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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 321 | 2009-03-05 16:15:45 | 42.35 | |
| 318 | 2009-03-05 16:05:56 | 45.41 |