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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10413 | 2020-03-21 14:28:14 | 81.68 | 96% |
| 6532 | 2020-02-28 15:49:54 | 75.00 | 96% |
| 3159 | 2020-02-13 10:06:52 | 76.54 | 97% |