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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22040 | 2020-10-07 07:11:46 | 97.27 | 97% |
| 20716 | 2020-09-17 20:19:54 | 127.53 | 99% |
| 20142 | 2020-08-09 08:21:08 | 104.99 | 98% |
| 19096 | 2020-07-28 05:03:15 | 110.54 | 98% |
| 13877 | 2020-04-21 00:50:03 | 100.83 | 98% |