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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23993 | 2020-04-03 21:53:50 | 119.05 | 96% |
| 21671 | 2019-04-13 20:09:59 | 119.73 | 97% |
| 9330 | 2017-07-27 19:53:57 | 108.73 | 96% |
| 9329 | 2017-07-27 19:52:53 | 113.82 | 97% |