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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1584 | 2018-10-29 14:29:11 | 76.47 | 96% |
| 1568 | 2018-10-26 12:43:25 | 83.55 | 98% |
| 334 | 2017-12-05 18:16:11 | 81.12 | 98% |