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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 61210 | 2019-07-27 22:41:39 | 175.01 | 99% |
| 59456 | 2019-07-05 16:09:11 | 169.64 | 99% |
| 57470 | 2019-06-01 23:50:22 | 178.18 | 99% |
| 42476 | 2018-11-09 19:52:25 | 168.04 | 100% |
| 32834 | 2018-08-11 01:27:23 | 147.24 | 99% |
| 30920 | 2018-07-10 02:34:13 | 153.41 | 99% |
| 29069 | 2018-06-07 16:09:05 | 154.85 | 99% |
| 27958 | 2018-04-11 15:55:53 | 164.55 | 99% |
| 26187 | 2018-01-12 16:36:48 | 160.67 | 100% |