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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48 | 2012-09-26 17:07:58 | 122.40 | 97% |
| 42 | 2012-09-26 17:02:46 | 121.90 | 97% |