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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 353 | 2012-06-07 07:07:55 | 94.52 | 89% |
| 288 | 2012-05-26 18:55:54 | 119.27 | 97% |