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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7665 | 2020-01-15 02:09:52 | 66.59 | 95% |
| 7604 | 2020-01-07 03:53:02 | 61.50 | 96% |
| 5590 | 2017-10-20 04:29:28 | 64.09 | 97% |