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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21072 | 2021-08-09 02:53:18 | 90.15 | 97% |
| 13624 | 2020-11-06 14:18:46 | 86.43 | 98% |
| 10553 | 2020-09-09 20:05:29 | 80.25 | 97% |
| 10398 | 2020-09-07 01:50:00 | 91.27 | 99% |
| 8365 | 2020-05-06 00:06:41 | 93.27 | 98% |