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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9405 | 2018-10-10 10:09:24 | 134.64 | 99% |
| 5937 | 2018-04-20 18:22:01 | 131.83 | 99% |
| 5644 | 2018-04-05 07:39:31 | 126.54 | 98% |