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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4503 | 2020-10-24 15:59:58 | 78.76 | 95% |
| 3561 | 2020-10-08 20:37:32 | 76.06 | 95% |
| 2076 | 2020-09-10 15:59:07 | 76.53 | 95% |