My father was a musician in Stalingrad. During the German occupation, the sound of his violin filled the air with magnificent music - Korsakov, Stasov - many of great nationalist composers. To my countrymen, it was a symbol of hope. To the Germans, it was a symbol of defiance. Even now, his music still haunts me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 331659 | 2024-03-04 23:23:33 | 127.40 | 98% |
| 331658 | 2024-03-04 23:22:38 | 117.17 | 96.2% |