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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45046 | 2020-06-16 03:56:59 | 98.51 | 99% |
| 41301 | 2020-03-31 04:26:01 | 88.24 | 99% |
| 40611 | 2020-03-16 04:38:50 | 94.20 | 98% |
| 29473 | 2019-10-09 03:39:26 | 91.47 | 99% |
| 27863 | 2019-09-19 04:11:39 | 90.80 | 98% |
| 21939 | 2019-06-18 04:05:43 | 90.14 | 98% |
| 17836 | 2019-04-10 03:40:44 | 91.49 | 99% |
| 11528 | 2018-10-10 04:32:30 | 84.93 | 99% |
| 8816 | 2018-06-20 03:34:12 | 75.45 | 97% |