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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16365 | 2017-07-23 03:35:42 | 207.62 | 100% |
16232 | 2017-07-16 00:05:24 | 186.07 | 99% |
15283 | 2017-06-04 01:58:45 | 179.13 | 99% |
14772 | 2017-05-09 01:10:29 | 180.55 | 94% |