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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 98625 | 2020-06-20 23:49:36 | 87.18 | 96% |
| 95744 | 2020-05-18 06:34:32 | 87.84 | 97% |
| 94365 | 2020-05-04 00:05:51 | 83.21 | 95% |
| 92934 | 2020-04-17 10:20:58 | 81.60 | 96% |
| 90578 | 2020-03-30 03:34:13 | 88.37 | 97% |