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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9069 | 2020-06-24 02:31:25 | 105.99 | 97% |
| 7651 | 2020-06-10 17:37:07 | 105.95 | 95% |
| 7603 | 2020-06-10 16:21:53 | 104.19 | 96% |
| 5561 | 2019-06-13 12:11:10 | 102.69 | 96% |