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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14679 | 2020-02-02 18:53:12 | 84.83 | 98% |
| 13583 | 2019-12-28 17:27:48 | 75.02 | 97% |
| 11461 | 2019-10-02 12:56:40 | 83.63 | 98% |
| 6574 | 2019-07-06 09:22:18 | 72.45 | 98% |
| 4703 | 2019-05-31 15:59:41 | 69.50 | 98% |
| 2795 | 2019-05-08 22:16:02 | 67.83 | 99% |
| 2593 | 2019-05-06 19:47:07 | 75.24 | 99% |
| 194 | 2018-09-21 07:19:37 | 54.98 | 98% |