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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30329 | 2024-04-03 07:13:00 | 190.57 | 99.6% |
| 14164 | 2018-06-25 21:30:46 | 139.48 | 98.3% |
| 612 | 2017-04-23 09:03:54 | 97.84 | 89% |