I placed my revolver, cocked, upon the top of the wooden case behind which I crouched. Holmes shot the slide across the front of his lantern and left us in pitch darkness - such an absolute darkness as I have never before experienced. The smell of hot metal remained to assure us that the light was still there, ready to flash out at a moment's notice. To me, with my nerves worked up to a pitch of expectancy, there was something depressing and subduing in the sudden gloom, and in the cold dank air of the vault.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28413 | 2019-06-22 04:12:34 | 144.38 | 99% |
| 27858 | 2019-06-12 21:10:35 | 155.16 | 99% |
| 26644 | 2019-04-02 20:45:25 | 144.77 | 99% |
| 14886 | 2018-10-05 02:57:06 | 149.61 | 100% |
| 12855 | 2017-09-28 01:28:48 | 135.14 | 98% |