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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2959 | 2020-10-09 09:05:32 | 109.87 | 98% |
| 2614 | 2020-08-16 16:04:02 | 109.50 | 98% |
| 2201 | 2020-07-19 06:37:00 | 112.23 | 98% |