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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15748 | 2020-11-05 06:43:58 | 132.82 | 99% |
| 12784 | 2020-09-30 23:44:21 | 137.18 | 98% |
| 12288 | 2020-09-26 22:37:30 | 136.81 | 98% |
| 11245 | 2020-09-20 02:16:35 | 140.03 | 99% |
| 10959 | 2020-09-19 00:18:36 | 131.97 | 98% |
| 7465 | 2020-08-09 08:21:04 | 111.79 | 97% |