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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2011-10-26 16:39:06 | 40.31 | 87% |
| 723 | 2011-10-26 15:57:59 | 46.23 | 88% |