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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5646 | 2020-06-23 18:35:51 | 116.86 | 99% |
| 2512 | 2020-04-24 19:50:03 | 103.93 | 97% |
| 1774 | 2020-04-19 22:07:51 | 98.68 | 97% |