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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7827 | 2018-08-06 23:03:01 | 66.67 | 100% |
| 5044 | 2018-01-28 17:47:35 | 76.08 | 100% |
| 2160 | 2017-07-19 22:53:48 | 64.02 | 100% |