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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 497 | 2011-12-31 05:42:59 | 70.09 | 93% |
| 202 | 2011-12-12 20:39:42 | 62.63 | 90% |