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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1107 | 2012-12-09 13:23:53 | 38.26 | 91% |
| 594 | 2012-10-03 22:55:14 | 40.20 | 90% |