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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37836 | 2020-07-08 13:49:12 | 152.88 | 99% |
| 34007 | 2020-02-02 13:19:39 | 149.34 | 98% |
| 29519 | 2019-08-13 23:42:06 | 143.60 | 99% |
| 22263 | 2019-04-24 20:27:25 | 148.22 | 99% |
| 18892 | 2019-03-24 17:18:38 | 130.58 | 98% |
| 15375 | 2019-03-02 12:57:15 | 142.98 | 99% |
| 14355 | 2019-02-24 13:44:07 | 141.26 | 99% |
| 8355 | 2018-12-23 16:43:46 | 130.53 | 98% |
| 7869 | 2018-12-19 20:04:37 | 131.03 | 99% |