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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1950 | 2019-07-31 23:02:04 | 68.58 | 96% |
| 601 | 2019-01-21 15:24:06 | 62.38 | 95% |
| 366 | 2018-12-30 23:05:02 | 69.78 | 96% |