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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9901 | 2020-11-17 03:40:04 | 118.13 | 98% |
| 8958 | 2020-06-24 02:31:20 | 114.89 | 97% |
| 8236 | 2019-11-29 19:33:16 | 116.55 | 97% |
| 6234 | 2018-05-29 19:52:43 | 109.81 | 98% |