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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2704 | 2019-06-04 17:26:51 | 94.18 | 97% |
| 2166 | 2019-03-14 16:25:50 | 101.42 | 98% |
| 1790 | 2019-02-25 03:12:11 | 97.07 | 98% |