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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10993 | 2020-10-26 09:37:47 | 124.56 | 98% |
| 8921 | 2020-09-18 10:24:57 | 104.35 | 98% |
| 2085 | 2020-06-04 16:13:14 | 107.09 | 97% |
| 360 | 2020-04-03 14:42:54 | 105.95 | 98% |