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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9639 | 2018-11-04 01:01:29 | 77.89 | 96% |
| 8642 | 2018-09-26 20:00:58 | 78.06 | 97% |
| 8411 | 2018-09-25 20:49:47 | 87.48 | 97% |
| 8061 | 2018-06-29 19:03:17 | 81.30 | 98% |