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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23416 | 2019-07-28 21:39:25 | 68.64 | 100% |
| 22679 | 2019-06-22 08:25:09 | 76.22 | 99% |
| 22629 | 2019-06-21 15:42:46 | 73.56 | 100% |
| 16252 | 2018-10-03 18:00:26 | 68.16 | 100% |
| 14396 | 2018-08-25 00:14:11 | 69.22 | 99% |
| 6043 | 2018-02-08 05:54:13 | 63.23 | 99% |