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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 506 | 2012-12-24 04:22:27 | 38.49 | 88% |
| 446 | 2012-02-18 02:14:04 | 41.30 | 83% |