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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15195 | 2019-06-21 14:27:02 | 147.25 | 99% |
| 12013 | 2018-07-23 14:56:46 | 146.18 | 99% |
| 10951 | 2017-12-21 02:15:00 | 140.55 | 99% |
| 9206 | 2017-11-17 22:02:58 | 135.46 | 98% |
| 6438 | 2017-10-26 23:22:05 | 146.65 | 99% |
| 716 | 2017-07-10 16:33:03 | 135.14 | 99% |