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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9061 | 2020-07-31 05:30:30 | 86.58 | 99% |
| 8663 | 2020-03-04 06:12:47 | 82.82 | 98% |
| 7390 | 2019-09-10 07:01:33 | 70.32 | 95% |
| 6726 | 2019-08-22 05:10:44 | 80.10 | 98% |