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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 274596 | 2020-08-18 09:15:57 | 146.32 | 99% |
| 270634 | 2020-06-28 10:07:01 | 140.93 | 99% |
| 269833 | 2020-06-19 11:05:26 | 122.33 | 98% |
| 267332 | 2020-05-15 09:37:48 | 138.84 | 99% |
| 259773 | 2020-02-26 08:39:49 | 125.89 | 97% |
| 257343 | 2020-01-28 09:21:46 | 138.53 | 99% |