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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20649 | 2018-01-05 11:53:31 | 103.96 | 97% |
| 18724 | 2017-12-26 01:04:51 | 115.09 | 98% |
| 18579 | 2017-12-25 06:59:37 | 103.87 | 97% |
| 16072 | 2017-09-29 14:58:25 | 109.07 | 98% |