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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7347 | 2020-08-13 11:51:15 | 104.92 | 98% |
| 5508 | 2019-10-11 12:45:42 | 105.34 | 98% |
| 2007 | 2018-01-15 11:02:58 | 98.65 | 98% |
| 1850 | 2017-12-20 16:19:59 | 94.33 | 97% |