A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of Anatevka, every one of us is a fiddler on the roof trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. You may ask, why do we stay here if it's so dangerous? We stay because Anatevka is our home. And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word: Tradition!
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17387 | 2020-11-18 05:40:11 | 132.31 | 98% |
| 14279 | 2020-10-19 22:31:00 | 122.42 | 98% |
| 11646 | 2020-09-22 07:19:55 | 109.22 | 97% |
| 11633 | 2020-09-22 07:08:04 | 109.80 | 97% |
| 11394 | 2020-09-20 23:22:02 | 110.83 | 97% |
| 8766 | 2020-08-22 21:52:50 | 113.42 | 98% |
| 7382 | 2020-08-07 23:25:46 | 110.41 | 98% |
| 5428 | 2020-07-06 00:56:12 | 106.68 | 97% |
| 668 | 2020-05-05 20:23:58 | 80.89 | 96% |