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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7852 | 2020-02-22 14:41:25 | 80.53 | 97% |
5541 | 2020-01-03 01:22:05 | 70.55 | 95% |
4641 | 2019-12-28 15:10:11 | 75.67 | 97% |