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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6051 | 2020-02-29 12:19:04 | 120.60 | 98% |
| 4719 | 2019-10-16 21:24:01 | 122.48 | 99% |
| 1916 | 2018-09-28 22:16:00 | 118.46 | 99% |