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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 502 | 2009-02-22 09:30:13 | 68.44 | |
| 378 | 2009-02-18 17:16:22 | 57.48 |