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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11817 | 2020-03-01 17:39:02 | 140.78 | 98% |
| 9773 | 2020-02-02 22:28:27 | 145.14 | 99% |
| 8834 | 2020-01-25 20:33:54 | 125.84 | 99% |
| 5471 | 2020-01-12 04:59:10 | 152.06 | 99% |