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 |
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180 | 2013-09-18 16:04:22 | 90.20 | 95% |
123 | 2013-02-02 12:20:05 | 83.55 | 89% |