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 |
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174604 | 2020-09-24 19:51:53 | 113.46 | 99% |
173486 | 2020-08-24 20:17:55 | 123.87 | 99% |
168687 | 2020-01-23 20:11:29 | 126.49 | 99% |
168642 | 2020-01-23 19:00:03 | 109.35 | 98% |