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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10718 | 2021-10-28 01:23:01 | 156.22 | 100% |
3258 | 2020-03-17 23:34:27 | 124.70 | 98% |
28 | 2017-02-26 02:10:23 | 89.82 | 90% |