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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3296 | 2019-09-08 19:51:49 | 99.86 | 97% |
| 1924 | 2017-06-20 05:51:08 | 82.77 | 98% |
| 1181 | 2017-06-03 09:23:29 | 94.27 | 98% |