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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7836 | 2017-07-20 07:03:29 | 79.19 | 97% |
3394 | 2017-05-06 08:35:05 | 80.61 | 93% |
2199 | 2017-04-17 12:26:10 | 78.30 | 94% |
1796 | 2017-04-07 12:28:13 | 76.68 | 96% |