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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11756 | 2018-03-15 05:10:45 | 93.01 | 98% |
| 4644 | 2017-12-21 23:55:31 | 92.96 | 99% |
| 3450 | 2017-12-10 22:11:15 | 84.85 | 98% |