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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3237 | 2020-11-06 14:18:20 | 133.52 | 99% |
2506 | 2020-10-28 21:47:21 | 124.20 | 98% |
622 | 2019-02-23 04:09:52 | 117.95 | 98% |