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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 578 | 2020-05-01 17:48:25 | 69.47 | 95% |
| 533 | 2020-04-30 17:50:31 | 80.11 | 98% |