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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4779 | 2020-11-05 06:32:23 | 91.99 | 97% |
| 3383 | 2020-02-02 08:06:21 | 98.17 | 98% |
| 797 | 2019-03-21 06:37:15 | 84.32 | 97% |