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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1016 | 2017-03-29 15:18:21 | 74.37 | 88% |
| 925 | 2017-03-27 17:00:18 | 74.80 | 90% |
| 838 | 2017-03-27 15:08:58 | 71.24 | 90% |