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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8843 | 2020-09-21 06:32:54 | 93.75 | 97% |
1306 | 2020-07-28 23:55:19 | 78.15 | 97% |