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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2636 | 2017-02-01 22:03:18 | 120.64 | 95% |
1941 | 2017-01-18 20:16:17 | 106.54 | 90% |
179 | 2016-11-16 19:28:48 | 90.95 | 87% |