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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3043 | 2020-03-28 12:59:06 | 85.45 | 96% |
| 520 | 2019-10-06 08:52:59 | 77.87 | 97% |
| 98 | 2019-06-30 14:21:13 | 64.14 | 96% |