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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28688 | 2020-10-11 00:05:23 | 122.58 | 96% |
| 26745 | 2020-06-30 02:00:31 | 167.20 | 99% |
| 19930 | 2019-02-05 00:51:08 | 146.16 | 99% |
| 13429 | 2018-10-02 02:03:30 | 127.44 | 96% |
| 13179 | 2018-09-29 15:28:14 | 115.31 | 97% |