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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6911 | 2020-01-22 12:29:32 | 91.04 | 97% |
| 5508 | 2019-09-12 08:14:17 | 81.83 | 96% |
| 2336 | 2019-02-26 09:58:57 | 93.34 | 98% |