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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26315 | 2018-07-23 20:40:10 | 95.76 | 96% |
| 17918 | 2017-11-24 22:53:28 | 96.75 | 98% |
| 15804 | 2017-11-10 23:32:00 | 80.63 | 95% |
| 11478 | 2017-07-10 19:04:19 | 77.15 | 96% |
| 10143 | 2017-03-14 00:35:53 | 100.98 | 97% |
| 10032 | 2017-03-08 07:39:23 | 91.08 | 95% |
| 9503 | 2017-02-18 01:49:25 | 90.66 | 97% |
| 8951 | 2017-01-23 08:51:48 | 100.91 | 98% |
| 8161 | 2016-12-09 12:09:33 | 91.79 | 95% |
| 6698 | 2016-11-11 03:52:36 | 96.07 | 97% |