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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 75491 | 2020-05-30 07:00:01 | 117.57 | 98% |
| 75490 | 2020-05-30 06:58:57 | 114.24 | 98% |
| 74776 | 2020-05-24 07:29:27 | 107.66 | 98% |
| 29601 | 2019-04-10 02:19:37 | 107.39 | 98% |
| 25599 | 2019-01-26 09:02:24 | 102.45 | 97% |
| 20626 | 2018-10-19 09:44:47 | 91.88 | 96% |
| 10684 | 2018-06-29 06:15:35 | 78.88 | 95% |
| 5505 | 2018-02-12 22:34:19 | 77.46 | 95% |
| 1519 | 2017-10-26 06:46:52 | 69.71 | 95% |