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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1619 | 2017-08-12 16:56:05 | 58.63 | 96% |
334 | 2017-01-08 17:13:54 | 62.44 | 93% |
333 | 2017-01-08 17:11:56 | 63.49 | 95% |