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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9159 | 2019-07-03 14:37:22 | 99.71 | 100% |
| 6139 | 2018-10-03 15:17:30 | 91.32 | 98% |
| 294 | 2017-12-18 06:04:26 | 90.57 | 99% |