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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3368 | 2018-04-05 13:21:52 | 80.59 | 96% |
| 2700 | 2017-12-21 19:28:34 | 85.42 | 96% |
| 2534 | 2017-11-26 13:17:42 | 76.97 | 94% |