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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13704 | 2020-12-02 05:45:13 | 100.27 | 98% |
| 10476 | 2020-11-23 01:54:20 | 103.50 | 98% |
| 7472 | 2018-10-12 13:48:17 | 97.27 | 97% |
| 6768 | 2018-07-21 01:21:46 | 102.27 | 98% |