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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10078 | 2020-08-22 23:30:49 | 91.57 | 98% |
| 6539 | 2020-04-29 17:49:02 | 81.73 | 97% |
| 2052 | 2020-03-12 19:18:41 | 78.60 | 97% |
| 1589 | 2020-03-04 03:25:56 | 77.89 | 96% |