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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3534 | 2017-07-29 21:17:50 | 141.27 | 99% |
| 3197 | 2017-07-29 02:59:07 | 128.84 | 98% |
| 2224 | 2017-07-16 16:57:31 | 151.15 | 99% |