Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life - a deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon when a man will take my life in battle too - flinging a spear perhaps, or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39281 | 2020-03-05 11:32:14 | 164.05 | 99% |
| 33564 | 2019-12-30 21:43:40 | 150.97 | 97% |
| 30731 | 2019-08-27 21:12:07 | 148.86 | 98% |
| 17235 | 2019-06-10 11:49:49 | 134.66 | 96% |
| 5144 | 2018-04-17 14:31:40 | 131.51 | 98% |
| 4624 | 2018-04-13 08:49:56 | 168.40 | 99% |