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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11618 | 2020-03-04 06:12:54 | 74.55 | 98% |
| 9578 | 2018-04-02 07:16:16 | 65.48 | 96% |
| 7708 | 2018-01-29 17:46:33 | 68.40 | 97% |
| 6172 | 2017-11-18 07:26:31 | 67.47 | 98% |