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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12895 | 2020-04-22 22:16:48 | 86.52 | 96% |
12168 | 2020-04-17 22:28:04 | 63.12 | 94% |
6324 | 2020-02-24 03:45:14 | 75.19 | 94% |