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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 332 | 2011-05-16 17:24:40 | 49.27 | 89% |
| 330 | 2011-05-09 19:29:42 | 41.46 | 80% |