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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 826 | 2019-03-08 00:11:43 | 78.76 | 97% |
| 630 | 2019-03-01 19:17:56 | 83.06 | 97% |
| 294 | 2018-09-13 09:36:31 | 61.69 | 94% |
| 50 | 2018-09-08 17:08:12 | 64.23 | 95% |