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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14399 | 2019-10-04 05:49:17 | 141.36 | 97% |
| 14106 | 2019-09-18 04:12:43 | 136.10 | 97% |
| 5703 | 2018-06-25 21:30:46 | 138.60 | 97% |
| 2069 | 2017-05-24 02:59:27 | 126.09 | 92% |