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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64329 | 2018-02-07 17:32:32 | 156.65 | 98% |
| 58570 | 2018-01-09 12:45:06 | 169.26 | 100% |
| 57669 | 2017-12-31 15:14:12 | 149.99 | 99% |
| 57165 | 2017-12-26 01:04:35 | 164.25 | 99% |