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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 363 | 2011-06-06 17:09:43 | 48.45 | 91% |
| 345 | 2011-06-01 16:54:52 | 42.83 | 91% |