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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1374 | 2025-02-11 20:09:04 | 65.12 | 98.6% |
| 1113 | 2024-09-28 20:24:32 | 68.47 | 99.8% |
| 953 | 2024-06-22 17:37:48 | 66.85 | 99% |