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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24231 | 2020-12-15 19:17:41 | 102.33 | 97% |
20600 | 2020-08-14 21:47:38 | 95.42 | 98% |
18731 | 2020-07-08 04:58:47 | 95.85 | 97% |
10078 | 2020-01-02 16:58:03 | 99.25 | 97% |
7533 | 2019-11-03 15:12:55 | 100.61 | 97% |
5862 | 2019-09-29 16:33:14 | 90.65 | 96% |