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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7222 | 2019-03-20 03:09:53 | 89.17 | 97% |
6857 | 2019-02-11 20:02:55 | 104.97 | 98% |
3022 | 2018-02-26 07:03:16 | 97.37 | 98% |