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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28189 | 2018-10-27 03:59:32 | 88.20 | 97% |
| 27830 | 2018-09-02 01:42:33 | 101.84 | 99% |
| 20698 | 2017-12-21 19:35:10 | 94.39 | 98% |
| 20622 | 2017-12-19 22:19:36 | 108.26 | 98% |
| 20447 | 2017-12-18 06:04:28 | 88.83 | 97% |
| 16411 | 2017-11-15 01:00:11 | 90.17 | 97% |
| 12646 | 2017-10-23 06:30:48 | 104.38 | 99% |