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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 957 | 2020-12-06 06:56:31 | 67.67 | 94% |
| 552 | 2020-10-17 17:00:34 | 66.22 | 95% |