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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59652 | 2018-01-13 22:21:07 | 162.68 | 99% |
57677 | 2017-12-31 16:29:32 | 169.60 | 99% |
55505 | 2017-08-18 15:57:20 | 165.89 | 99% |
52082 | 2017-07-29 09:04:56 | 151.92 | 99% |
50865 | 2017-07-21 15:05:20 | 146.95 | 98% |