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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6023 | 2020-06-28 02:40:37 | 113.32 | 98% |
| 3901 | 2020-05-10 06:39:32 | 105.49 | 97% |
| 373 | 2020-04-09 03:49:20 | 115.94 | 99% |