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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11732 | 2020-11-30 07:00:16 | 104.77 | 99% |
| 11229 | 2020-10-05 10:02:32 | 102.48 | 100% |
| 10803 | 2020-09-10 15:58:51 | 98.09 | 99% |
| 4327 | 2018-07-12 12:29:23 | 94.99 | 99% |