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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16499 | 2020-06-02 01:40:32 | 91.20 | 99% |
| 12013 | 2019-06-01 05:03:29 | 87.58 | 99% |
| 8691 | 2019-02-28 03:08:59 | 76.92 | 97% |
| 2689 | 2018-09-08 15:01:44 | 63.75 | 97% |