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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9590 | 2020-09-14 01:00:19 | 108.88 | 98% |
| 7370 | 2018-09-22 22:39:02 | 111.57 | 97% |
| 5720 | 2018-05-08 00:31:33 | 107.84 | 97% |