He found himself standing under a row of trees. But not hornbeam trees: these were tall palms, and they were growing, like the trees in Oxford, in a row along the grass. But this was the center of a broad boulevard, and at the side of the boulevard was a line of cafes and small shops, all brightly lit, all open, and all utterly silent and empty beneath a sky thick with stars. The hot night was laden with the scent of flowers and with the salt smell of the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39649 | 2020-05-05 04:28:03 | 99.21 | 96% |
| 38782 | 2020-04-25 04:25:44 | 76.77 | 94% |
| 37870 | 2020-04-21 00:25:40 | 106.10 | 97% |
| 36993 | 2020-04-17 14:54:13 | 107.17 | 97% |
| 35148 | 2020-04-03 06:38:59 | 100.60 | 98% |