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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6736 | 2019-12-27 13:46:31 | 147.25 | 97% |
| 4895 | 2019-06-21 14:27:10 | 122.16 | 97% |
| 3896 | 2018-12-29 04:45:11 | 148.18 | 98% |