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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11631 | 2020-08-23 10:19:48 | 75.45 | 99% |
| 11135 | 2020-07-26 03:00:13 | 82.03 | 99% |
| 8181 | 2020-05-20 20:05:40 | 46.67 | 99% |
| 7382 | 2020-02-19 22:16:01 | 74.33 | 99% |
| 4224 | 2018-08-28 09:13:13 | 67.45 | 99% |
| 1460 | 2018-07-02 22:51:29 | 52.59 | 97% |