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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16784 | 2019-03-29 19:12:09 | 152.20 | 99% |
| 9458 | 2018-02-19 17:37:02 | 150.18 | 99% |
| 2981 | 2017-08-23 18:49:36 | 117.77 | 98% |