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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3114 | 2020-12-10 20:12:13 | 114.97 | 98% |
| 3065 | 2020-12-05 18:46:29 | 107.46 | 97% |
| 115 | 2020-07-31 15:30:19 | 103.91 | 99% |