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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 831 | 2017-03-20 03:01:21 | 96.76 | 94% |
| 763 | 2017-03-19 05:49:50 | 84.72 | 90% |
| 679 | 2017-03-15 22:57:52 | 98.12 | 93% |