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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14363 | 2020-12-04 09:41:54 | 106.35 | 97% |
| 11992 | 2020-11-27 03:24:43 | 107.30 | 98% |
| 4458 | 2018-05-26 11:40:27 | 91.15 | 97% |
| 2190 | 2018-01-30 01:06:13 | 81.74 | 97% |