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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1463 | 2017-02-05 21:21:58 | 73.27 | 96% |
| 1345 | 2017-01-26 23:36:14 | 75.60 | 95% |
| 1187 | 2017-01-16 03:55:37 | 68.46 | 95% |