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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 747 | 2016-07-30 11:02:37 | 42.30 | 91% |
| 365 | 2016-06-30 15:09:37 | 34.86 | 90% |