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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7203 | 2018-08-07 00:05:07 | 118.95 | 97% |
| 6556 | 2018-06-18 16:31:04 | 127.95 | 99% |
| 4756 | 2018-05-23 18:55:29 | 124.17 | 98% |