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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 722 | 2012-03-12 13:51:50 | 54.62 | 97% |
| 545 | 2012-02-23 14:25:28 | 40.81 | 93% |
| 165 | 2012-01-26 14:11:21 | 37.09 | 92% |