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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1047 | 2017-01-28 11:54:33 | 84.49 | 94% |
966 | 2017-01-20 22:03:29 | 87.62 | 96% |
891 | 2016-12-21 22:06:17 | 87.70 | 96% |