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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12515 | 2019-07-02 03:54:18 | 143.38 | 97% |
| 6169 | 2018-07-07 21:03:37 | 141.63 | 98% |
| 4882 | 2018-05-20 02:34:43 | 137.63 | 97% |
| 4382 | 2018-05-09 01:47:19 | 140.45 | 99% |