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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1169 | 2017-06-10 19:57:51 | 77.39 | 97% |
808 | 2017-06-01 15:36:46 | 74.14 | 91% |
680 | 2017-05-29 13:56:14 | 70.46 | 91% |
157 | 2017-05-01 15:32:29 | 72.96 | 95% |
46 | 2017-04-26 22:26:55 | 74.68 | 93% |