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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 269 | 2013-03-11 07:17:14 | 95.16 | 97% |
| 207 | 2013-03-07 06:46:19 | 89.87 | 94% |