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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62154 | 2017-11-05 23:18:13 | 118.38 | 98% |
| 59697 | 2017-10-11 14:32:15 | 112.27 | 98% |
| 58025 | 2017-09-14 21:13:27 | 113.46 | 98% |
| 57972 | 2017-09-14 20:23:42 | 111.58 | 98% |