Once you figure out the safe spaces there are some traps where whipping arrows is trivially easy. It's only tough when distances get long or you can't really see the trap:
Neo: What are you trying to tell me? That I can dodge bullets?
Morpheus: No, Neo. I'm trying to tell you that when you're ready, you won't have to.
I have achieved greatness. Not in the way one might usually define such a term, nor even in any way one might wish to use the word. But greatness it was, and greatness it shall be. For truly, this work of mine shall live forever. In ages yet to come, ages unfathomable and unimaginable from this meager vantage point in time, primitive tribes will venerate crude sculptures in my likeness. And in what as-yet-unheard tongues they may devise, they will speak of my story, my legacy. I will be nigh unto a deity to them, my very name dripping with symbolism, such as one might now say ZEUS or THE TRICKSTER GOD. I shall be an archetype for them, held up to their children and their children's children as an example, a cautionary tale.
For this evening, I have transcended the very limits of human stupidity and brushed with the divine beyond-space. I tell you, after legitimately purchasing a shotgun and a cheap jetpack via a mystery box, verily did I leave them behind at the exit by accidentally pressing the wrong button.
They shall know me as THE DUMBASS GOD.