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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7280 | 2020-07-07 14:44:44 | 69.65 | 98% |
| 2842 | 2020-06-10 13:38:13 | 66.83 | 96% |
| 2161 | 2020-06-07 14:44:46 | 72.83 | 95% |