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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12167 | 2020-02-11 23:28:39 | 98.96 | 98% |
| 9880 | 2019-12-24 07:51:45 | 92.47 | 98% |
| 1480 | 2019-05-29 23:17:44 | 80.51 | 95% |