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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 455 | 2016-02-14 09:41:46 | 52.58 | 97% |
| 296 | 2016-02-07 23:24:27 | 71.25 | 98% |