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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36589 | 2020-11-08 23:10:20 | 73.83 | 97% |
| 24063 | 2019-05-09 15:45:22 | 88.73 | 99% |
| 18723 | 2018-11-23 17:54:48 | 69.14 | 98% |
| 17406 | 2018-11-18 19:55:14 | 77.10 | 99% |