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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8784 | 2018-11-25 19:45:22 | 100.72 | 97% |
| 7813 | 2018-09-19 14:33:44 | 95.65 | 97% |
| 4837 | 2018-02-17 14:52:15 | 79.68 | 96% |