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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 317 | 2009-11-15 12:22:14 | 50.84 | |
| 86 | 2009-10-02 20:14:05 | 40.15 |