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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42473 | 2019-09-06 14:23:43 | 147.95 | 99% |
| 39147 | 2019-03-24 17:18:36 | 134.98 | 98% |
| 29854 | 2018-01-09 12:45:13 | 143.22 | 99% |
| 29561 | 2018-01-01 00:31:11 | 135.35 | 98% |