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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 242 | 2011-12-29 05:37:09 | 51.11 | 90% |
| 92 | 2011-12-27 08:14:45 | 41.57 | 87% |