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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1925 | 2017-02-26 23:02:16 | 92.19 | 96% |
1511 | 2017-02-11 23:00:26 | 87.28 | 94% |
576 | 2016-12-21 00:05:13 | 81.68 | 96% |