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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27482 | 2017-07-09 10:20:24 | 140.94 | 99% |
| 25967 | 2016-12-30 15:26:35 | 61.64 | 99% |
| 25928 | 2016-12-29 16:22:33 | 151.84 | 97% |
| 25927 | 2016-12-29 16:21:43 | 139.91 | 95% |
| 25926 | 2016-12-29 16:20:51 | 134.52 | 97% |