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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3344 | 2017-03-28 09:43:03 | 82.85 | 98% |
| 3135 | 2017-02-23 13:37:38 | 70.05 | 94% |
| 2741 | 2016-12-29 14:09:23 | 78.09 | 96% |