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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18554 | 2020-10-14 00:17:54 | 83.83 | 97% |
| 14539 | 2020-07-27 13:55:15 | 84.18 | 97% |
| 10957 | 2020-03-26 10:58:53 | 75.25 | 96% |