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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 161 | 2012-02-07 18:11:52 | 77.95 | 91% |
| 149 | 2012-02-07 18:00:31 | 71.86 | 90% |