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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 177 | 2009-11-30 02:12:22 | 58.48 | |
| 136 | 2009-10-17 22:58:17 | 66.22 |