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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9861 | 2020-11-04 22:18:52 | 121.24 | 98% |
| 2644 | 2017-12-01 03:28:38 | 99.14 | 97% |
| 657 | 2017-07-02 04:17:26 | 92.95 | 97% |