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 |
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778 | 2012-08-28 03:29:10 | 33.34 | 95% |
509 | 2012-08-07 01:10:03 | 31.26 | 91% |