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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2012-02-20 07:17:30 | 122.84 | 98% |
| 105 | 2012-02-20 07:09:02 | 120.02 | 98% |