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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8247 | 2020-06-10 04:29:03 | 94.56 | 98% |
| 6498 | 2020-04-27 22:21:54 | 88.32 | 98% |
| 2338 | 2020-03-17 04:06:00 | 65.43 | 95% |
| 1314 | 2020-02-13 05:01:22 | 80.34 | 98% |