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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15846 | 2020-08-20 23:57:48 | 90.91 | 99% |
| 6175 | 2020-01-20 23:54:34 | 83.93 | 99% |
| 3011 | 2019-11-28 00:16:56 | 71.26 | 96% |
| 1482 | 2019-10-19 10:24:59 | 75.88 | 97% |