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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2216 | 2018-02-28 05:18:03 | 129.47 | 98% |
| 1753 | 2017-09-21 01:37:20 | 112.60 | 98% |
| 875 | 2017-05-12 21:09:51 | 127.79 | 98% |