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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8402 | 2020-05-20 19:19:55 | 172.10 | 100% |
| 5787 | 2019-05-23 21:12:09 | 156.59 | 98% |
| 1305 | 2018-04-03 05:53:05 | 142.21 | 97% |