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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39279 | 2020-12-11 13:08:45 | 111.85 | 98% |
| 36578 | 2020-11-09 07:55:07 | 102.57 | 97% |
| 32982 | 2020-09-16 05:25:13 | 96.24 | 98% |
| 13541 | 2019-03-24 18:44:18 | 80.39 | 97% |
| 12429 | 2019-03-13 16:53:48 | 96.13 | 99% |
| 11965 | 2019-03-05 23:12:48 | 80.63 | 98% |
| 9282 | 2019-01-23 16:21:12 | 82.84 | 98% |
| 9104 | 2019-01-22 12:14:15 | 75.09 | 97% |
| 2232 | 2018-04-25 03:47:51 | 57.52 | 95% |