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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39245 | 2017-01-19 19:51:43 | 153.22 | 96% |
| 39158 | 2017-01-19 02:31:40 | 156.43 | 96% |
| 38957 | 2017-01-17 01:51:20 | 163.80 | 97% |
| 38506 | 2017-01-13 23:36:35 | 143.97 | 94% |