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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6514 | 2018-10-24 20:05:24 | 141.35 | 98% |
| 6062 | 2018-10-14 19:18:17 | 156.63 | 99% |
| 2862 | 2018-07-24 20:22:32 | 144.04 | 99% |
| 2528 | 2018-07-19 01:23:52 | 149.14 | 99% |
| 1177 | 2018-05-13 20:48:01 | 142.09 | 98% |