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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509 | 2009-11-22 11:20:37 | 55.52 | |
240 | 2009-10-26 12:26:49 | 41.39 | |
222 | 2009-10-26 12:00:36 | 50.98 |