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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5746 | 2017-06-13 20:45:46 | 175.95 | 99% |
| 3791 | 2017-05-09 01:10:31 | 169.72 | 93% |
| 1559 | 2017-02-28 02:18:42 | 166.98 | 94% |