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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 527 | 2012-07-25 16:38:17 | 60.81 | 92% |
| 261 | 2012-06-06 19:00:55 | 60.38 | 97% |