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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 209 | 2012-05-31 18:03:59 | 64.51 | 89% |
| 97 | 2012-05-04 23:04:55 | 64.77 | 90% |