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 |
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2357 | 2016-11-22 16:08:53 | 51.91 | 96% |
2089 | 2016-11-19 18:05:56 | 54.18 | 93% |
1787 | 2016-11-14 22:51:29 | 59.95 | 98% |