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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6289 | 2020-05-24 12:19:29 | 76.21 | 94% |
| 5934 | 2020-05-07 21:54:26 | 73.03 | 96% |
| 4723 | 2019-07-01 13:24:18 | 59.68 | 92% |