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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11010 | 2020-02-18 18:42:48 | 139.87 | 100% |
9653 | 2018-06-25 02:53:11 | 139.41 | 99% |
8587 | 2017-06-06 03:29:48 | 140.61 | 99% |
8274 | 2017-05-10 22:46:00 | 136.94 | 99% |
6186 | 2017-02-02 08:18:59 | 137.49 | 98% |
5800 | 2017-01-25 04:05:05 | 141.94 | 100% |