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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9713 | 2021-07-18 03:29:24 | 75.07 | 98% |
2405 | 2020-11-12 01:01:37 | 55.19 | 94% |