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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1208 | 2025-02-20 12:10:48 | 60.52 | 96.7% |
| 933 | 2024-07-17 10:05:47 | 51.70 | 97.5% |
| 930 | 2024-07-16 11:10:22 | 58.37 | 98.6% |