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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10487 | 2019-04-28 16:28:34 | 67.52 | 100% |
| 5471 | 2018-03-01 00:15:05 | 63.54 | 100% |
| 3308 | 2017-10-02 22:52:32 | 67.48 | 100% |