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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18882 | 2019-02-15 20:36:10 | 108.99 | 99% |
| 17836 | 2019-01-17 05:57:24 | 106.42 | 99% |
| 16571 | 2018-12-21 15:22:19 | 93.97 | 97% |
| 14839 | 2018-09-20 09:53:03 | 90.67 | 97% |
| 14066 | 2018-09-09 21:43:20 | 96.21 | 98% |
| 13742 | 2018-09-08 13:01:38 | 85.07 | 97% |
| 13361 | 2018-09-05 12:46:53 | 105.52 | 99% |
| 9598 | 2018-07-15 04:25:04 | 96.20 | 98% |
| 8672 | 2018-07-05 06:08:29 | 86.92 | 97% |
| 6767 | 2018-04-29 06:09:37 | 93.57 | 97% |
| 120 | 2017-09-22 10:48:36 | 77.24 | 97% |