Involuntarily I glanced seaward - and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 380 | 2015-04-07 03:26:04 | 77.00 | 93% |
| 257 | 2015-04-05 09:19:12 | 80.92 | 93% |
| 105 | 2015-04-03 12:48:11 | 83.11 | 93% |