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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12559 | 2018-04-13 11:59:37 | 149.43 | 99% |
| 10022 | 2018-01-23 11:08:29 | 147.05 | 99% |
| 10021 | 2018-01-23 11:06:41 | 140.09 | 98% |
| 9426 | 2017-12-20 09:05:47 | 147.43 | 99% |
| 8803 | 2017-12-11 21:37:12 | 145.69 | 98% |