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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2012-08-11 01:58:35 | 35.42 | 98% |
| 228 | 2012-08-04 06:52:25 | 31.15 | 94% |