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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6025 | 2020-07-15 23:28:50 | 87.90 | 96% |
| 5835 | 2020-07-06 20:12:28 | 96.48 | 96% |
| 5142 | 2020-06-24 19:32:27 | 90.90 | 96% |