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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1594 | 2017-01-18 04:58:10 | 91.26 | 94% |
| 1312 | 2017-01-14 08:47:29 | 77.38 | 89% |
| 661 | 2017-01-09 18:36:52 | 75.97 | 91% |