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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10269 | 2018-04-29 10:16:22 | 65.24 | 96% |
| 9541 | 2018-04-01 07:20:03 | 76.99 | 99% |
| 8694 | 2018-03-09 09:35:21 | 70.15 | 98% |