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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 552 | 2012-05-30 17:00:05 | 100.52 | 95% |
| 511 | 2012-05-29 14:00:22 | 96.91 | 95% |
| 170 | 2012-05-10 16:44:13 | 97.03 | 97% |