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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4409 | 2017-10-03 02:25:03 | 83.44 | 98% |
| 2387 | 2016-12-02 19:39:42 | 95.04 | 96% |
| 2318 | 2016-11-27 06:42:53 | 90.92 | 95% |