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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8957 | 2020-06-30 21:44:26 | 98.97 | 98% |
| 2594 | 2020-03-18 20:27:18 | 79.14 | 96% |
| 1340 | 2020-02-14 01:56:40 | 76.84 | 97% |
| 738 | 2020-02-04 21:27:06 | 81.90 | 97% |