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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 365 | 2012-02-17 15:32:01 | 58.43 | 86% |
| 254 | 2012-02-14 20:53:27 | 47.06 | 87% |
| 138 | 2012-02-05 18:43:20 | 65.75 | 97% |