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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10620 | 2017-11-30 01:39:24 | 139.45 | 99% |
| 7679 | 2017-11-02 15:11:27 | 129.58 | 98% |
| 3363 | 2017-10-13 04:06:49 | 113.91 | 98% |