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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38181 | 2020-11-30 04:03:39 | 128.60 | 99% |
| 37850 | 2020-11-25 00:19:31 | 146.31 | 99% |
| 36367 | 2020-11-01 23:49:04 | 133.60 | 99% |
| 34798 | 2020-08-25 04:08:45 | 132.30 | 99% |
| 34795 | 2020-08-25 04:06:14 | 122.91 | 99% |