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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20536 | 2020-08-11 03:40:48 | 100.90 | 97% |
| 18437 | 2020-07-04 06:14:18 | 96.20 | 97% |
| 17257 | 2020-05-27 07:46:14 | 102.12 | 97% |
| 16522 | 2020-05-06 02:53:38 | 100.18 | 98% |
| 14670 | 2020-03-24 16:39:26 | 109.19 | 98% |
| 13358 | 2020-03-02 02:10:27 | 97.27 | 97% |
| 10411 | 2020-01-08 03:24:57 | 89.09 | 96% |