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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6402 | 2018-05-25 10:02:28 | 89.71 | 97% |
5961 | 2018-04-14 11:27:59 | 75.26 | 97% |
5586 | 2018-03-17 11:51:13 | 71.76 | 96% |
4574 | 2017-11-25 16:19:58 | 87.72 | 98% |
4067 | 2017-09-28 16:37:11 | 83.97 | 97% |
3386 | 2017-08-24 21:25:50 | 80.85 | 96% |