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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29912 | 2021-08-06 20:46:27 | 139.25 | 99% |
| 17632 | 2020-11-19 23:48:20 | 148.77 | 99% |
| 9603 | 2020-09-05 01:34:02 | 114.39 | 97% |
| 7866 | 2020-08-13 00:22:47 | 115.52 | 97% |
| 7067 | 2020-08-02 23:18:17 | 124.98 | 98% |
| 6259 | 2020-07-22 22:17:11 | 122.11 | 98% |
| 6150 | 2020-07-20 05:23:35 | 124.88 | 98% |