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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 822 | 2012-04-24 19:02:20 | 80.83 | 93% |
| 757 | 2012-04-22 11:53:37 | 77.99 | 92% |
| 215 | 2012-04-11 09:51:21 | 67.30 | 91% |