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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5649 | 2024-04-20 01:48:26 | 172.65 | 99.3% |
| 2369 | 2020-02-20 01:00:33 | 127.51 | 97% |
| 2 | 2017-12-12 04:18:51 | 79.59 | 97% |