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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10095 | 2019-08-17 15:14:02 | 80.42 | 99% |
| 7283 | 2018-03-03 13:02:00 | 79.14 | 98% |
| 400 | 2017-05-08 20:10:49 | 54.84 | 94% |