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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 521 | 2012-09-19 01:23:21 | 37.89 | 97% |
| 481 | 2012-09-18 22:05:30 | 32.53 | 93% |