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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 384 | 2012-02-06 04:38:35 | 65.18 | 93% |
| 353 | 2012-01-19 04:46:32 | 67.65 | 96% |