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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18289 | 2019-05-06 08:26:22 | 166.55 | 98% |
| 13275 | 2019-02-09 21:55:04 | 173.94 | 99% |
| 4892 | 2018-06-09 19:15:59 | 167.27 | 99% |
| 3423 | 2018-05-04 06:25:07 | 165.53 | 99% |