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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53471 | 2020-10-06 19:20:55 | 79.70 | 98% |
| 52716 | 2020-09-20 20:19:56 | 81.02 | 96% |
| 50985 | 2020-08-17 10:16:04 | 73.74 | 96% |
| 47670 | 2020-06-24 12:04:29 | 78.62 | 98% |