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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 175 | 2009-07-18 13:57:19 | 36.59 | |
| 34 | 2009-07-08 12:24:23 | 35.03 |