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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59758 | 2020-08-13 11:51:01 | 137.71 | 98% |
| 59370 | 2020-08-09 07:07:33 | 135.33 | 98% |
| 56397 | 2020-07-23 03:05:02 | 120.03 | 97% |
| 45168 | 2020-05-26 21:50:59 | 143.49 | 99% |
| 44678 | 2020-05-24 01:13:41 | 132.41 | 98% |
| 39254 | 2020-04-27 07:23:37 | 106.05 | 98% |
| 39178 | 2020-04-26 22:44:23 | 92.81 | 97% |
| 33935 | 2020-03-28 07:18:47 | 105.54 | 97% |
| 28952 | 2020-02-06 23:45:07 | 121.78 | 98% |
| 27853 | 2020-01-21 11:47:42 | 118.59 | 97% |
| 25288 | 2019-12-28 10:25:44 | 106.21 | 96% |
| 19802 | 2019-10-31 17:49:56 | 123.18 | 98% |
| 13084 | 2019-08-07 16:02:48 | 122.44 | 98% |
| 2412 | 2018-12-29 08:26:05 | 106.26 | 97% |