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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1251 | 2018-12-29 02:11:17 | 70.97 | 98% |
| 498 | 2018-06-12 17:09:03 | 68.95 | 98% |
| 85 | 2018-05-01 18:42:05 | 67.86 | 98% |