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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41892 | 2020-06-16 16:12:00 | 68.96 | 99% |
| 41000 | 2020-03-30 13:33:57 | 66.35 | 99% |
| 35239 | 2019-07-31 23:10:21 | 66.00 | 99% |
| 34441 | 2019-07-13 21:46:49 | 63.30 | 99% |
| 30525 | 2019-03-07 18:34:42 | 71.29 | 99% |
| 30524 | 2019-03-07 18:32:49 | 72.23 | 99% |
| 25161 | 2017-11-16 07:11:53 | 63.77 | 98% |