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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19948 | 2018-12-15 04:16:18 | 121.58 | 98% |
| 15873 | 2018-02-15 14:07:35 | 131.59 | 98% |
| 15313 | 2018-01-01 22:20:11 | 112.41 | 97% |
| 11965 | 2017-09-24 21:30:46 | 127.64 | 97% |