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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31458 | 2021-08-01 00:42:18 | 131.54 | 98% |
| 15273 | 2020-10-22 05:44:54 | 104.16 | 97% |
| 7608 | 2020-09-17 23:48:51 | 92.10 | 98% |
| 3928 | 2020-08-17 23:23:35 | 80.80 | 96% |