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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 491 | 2012-08-30 15:27:53 | 98.42 | 98% |
| 212 | 2012-08-27 14:42:14 | 30.15 | 93% |