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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 471 | 2009-03-17 00:33:25 | 56.54 | |
| 289 | 2009-03-12 06:21:36 | 51.26 |