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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17364 | 2019-06-24 22:11:49 | 121.02 | 99% |
| 13379 | 2018-02-13 23:03:04 | 107.53 | 99% |
| 13059 | 2018-01-31 00:15:21 | 114.62 | 99% |