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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51193 | 2020-10-09 14:36:47 | 133.88 | 99% |
| 37781 | 2017-01-23 19:59:21 | 120.65 | 98% |
| 36534 | 2016-11-16 22:12:31 | 98.61 | 95% |