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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 518 | 2012-11-20 21:00:50 | 61.63 | 88% |
| 480 | 2012-11-18 16:44:38 | 65.22 | 90% |