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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 239 | 2012-03-01 23:28:39 | 53.16 | 94% |
| 231 | 2012-03-01 19:21:08 | 48.48 | 89% |