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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 699 | 2011-05-20 16:50:32 | 91.47 | 98% |
| 149 | 2011-05-10 16:43:09 | 83.23 | 96% |