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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7968 | 2020-05-14 06:48:42 | 89.82 | 98% |
| 7655 | 2020-04-02 00:31:57 | 88.69 | 97% |
| 6040 | 2019-05-27 21:37:34 | 91.10 | 98% |
| 387 | 2017-11-14 08:49:52 | 62.23 | 96% |