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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 143 | 2012-02-29 18:46:55 | 94.66 | 95% |
| 120 | 2012-02-28 12:42:07 | 92.81 | 93% |