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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1100 | 2012-10-07 03:32:07 | 48.78 | 96% |
| 415 | 2012-03-03 11:24:23 | 45.22 | 97% |