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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11157 | 2017-04-26 15:26:15 | 129.48 | 97% |
| 10475 | 2017-02-15 04:53:34 | 119.09 | 95% |
| 10410 | 2017-02-13 13:23:50 | 131.84 | 99% |
| 9492 | 2017-01-23 14:53:28 | 105.28 | 91% |
| 8232 | 2017-01-03 08:50:33 | 115.68 | 95% |
| 7781 | 2016-12-26 10:46:14 | 107.17 | 93% |
| 7406 | 2016-12-19 17:33:04 | 119.84 | 96% |