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 |
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1108 | 2011-12-07 14:52:02 | 77.41 | 87% |
173 | 2011-12-01 20:21:30 | 81.10 | 93% |