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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22569 | 2020-07-02 22:18:39 | 148.03 | 98% |
22136 | 2020-06-28 02:40:25 | 143.08 | 98% |
14507 | 2020-05-10 20:59:58 | 150.46 | 99% |
14031 | 2020-05-07 04:07:24 | 147.74 | 99% |
10686 | 2020-04-11 19:30:13 | 133.29 | 99% |
10055 | 2020-04-06 05:46:52 | 142.40 | 99% |
6927 | 2019-10-11 15:53:48 | 132.71 | 99% |