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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51336 | 2020-06-27 09:43:15 | 127.92 | 97% |
| 48651 | 2020-06-14 10:02:34 | 138.43 | 99% |
| 41316 | 2020-05-08 22:09:45 | 108.28 | 98% |
| 36529 | 2020-04-09 08:25:59 | 114.14 | 98% |
| 26087 | 2020-01-01 05:55:13 | 91.33 | 97% |