Yet you have never been there. You have not seen what it has become. I am dying, Maximus. When a man sees his end... he wants to know there was some purpose to his life. How will the world speak my name in years to come? Will I be known as the philosopher? The warrior? The tyrant...? Or will I be the emperor who gave Rome back her true self? There was once a dream that was Rome. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish... it was so fragile. And I fear that it will not survive the winter.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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14613 | 2020-11-22 20:16:14 | 101.01 | 96% |
13727 | 2020-11-06 22:07:43 | 97.30 | 96% |
9928 | 2020-09-01 15:59:00 | 99.86 | 96% |
6901 | 2020-07-14 16:08:51 | 91.56 | 96% |