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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 564 | 2012-06-20 09:47:21 | 36.57 | 93% |
| 481 | 2012-06-19 04:44:30 | 40.80 | 98% |
| 310 | 2012-06-15 12:25:25 | 35.90 | 94% |