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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7937 | 2020-11-13 08:42:46 | 94.41 | 98% |
| 7860 | 2020-11-10 17:42:41 | 93.67 | 97% |
| 2769 | 2020-03-22 15:01:31 | 83.44 | 98% |