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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 270 | 2011-06-22 16:32:25 | 82.29 | 97% |
| 250 | 2011-06-22 15:49:51 | 74.69 | 95% |