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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6668 | 2018-07-13 22:39:46 | 70.30 | 96% |
| 5468 | 2018-03-03 18:57:04 | 58.47 | 94% |
| 3012 | 2017-12-04 18:23:05 | 66.67 | 97% |