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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4955 | 2020-06-12 16:06:06 | 73.55 | 98% |
| 4481 | 2020-05-18 19:00:48 | 69.25 | 97% |
| 3248 | 2019-02-10 23:43:59 | 71.05 | 97% |
| 1551 | 2018-08-07 06:09:15 | 57.18 | 95% |