Text race history for Humble (sheamusthered)

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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
914 2017-02-11 14:30:40 102.54 93%
440 2016-12-01 21:03:50 97.13 91%