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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21401 | 2021-08-09 12:54:09 | 96.56 | 97% |
| 9413 | 2020-09-25 19:16:42 | 84.92 | 97% |
| 7081 | 2020-08-20 23:57:50 | 87.43 | 97% |
| 2811 | 2020-05-20 12:18:24 | 74.33 | 97% |