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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26810 | 2019-12-25 23:56:54 | 52.58 | 97% |
21065 | 2018-01-31 18:03:07 | 73.00 | 98% |
18879 | 2017-09-23 08:48:07 | 64.98 | 98% |