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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51315 | 2021-07-26 05:02:36 | 104.31 | 97% |
44808 | 2020-09-08 12:52:20 | 101.80 | 97% |
42173 | 2020-06-28 10:39:53 | 100.15 | 98% |
32823 | 2020-03-19 10:40:01 | 103.10 | 96% |
30776 | 2020-03-06 08:16:26 | 106.23 | 97% |
28234 | 2020-02-23 10:20:07 | 107.49 | 98% |
26898 | 2020-02-12 09:51:09 | 104.16 | 98% |
23676 | 2019-09-30 19:24:55 | 93.84 | 97% |
20623 | 2019-08-23 05:38:46 | 75.31 | 97% |
20048 | 2019-08-14 16:59:42 | 71.11 | 96% |
18251 | 2019-07-31 01:04:10 | 63.73 | 97% |