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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37945 | 2018-10-11 16:19:20 | 130.99 | 98% |
30542 | 2018-07-24 13:29:17 | 145.87 | 99% |
29342 | 2018-07-12 13:32:52 | 131.81 | 98% |
18659 | 2018-02-21 21:12:58 | 120.77 | 99% |
9278 | 2017-12-20 21:11:36 | 137.03 | 99% |