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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 441 | 2012-12-01 07:59:09 | 72.21 | 94% |
| 260 | 2012-11-17 04:59:58 | 73.37 | 98% |