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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11913 | 2020-09-29 18:54:52 | 86.37 | 96% |
| 10076 | 2020-09-02 20:39:09 | 95.77 | 95% |
| 3922 | 2020-04-30 23:02:52 | 81.36 | 95% |
| 1750 | 2020-01-15 05:39:00 | 94.02 | 96% |