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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2017-01-15 07:47:14 | 151.06 | 99% |
| 409 | 2017-01-05 11:40:15 | 128.57 | 93% |
| 396 | 2017-01-04 03:00:52 | 137.86 | 95% |