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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1632 | 2017-03-13 07:24:37 | 72.35 | 91% |
| 1324 | 2016-12-13 10:31:48 | 70.39 | 93% |
| 1042 | 2016-11-20 09:30:03 | 70.02 | 94% |