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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10801 | 2020-04-12 11:05:26 | 129.57 | 97% |
| 10498 | 2020-04-08 17:24:57 | 145.78 | 99% |
| 7246 | 2020-01-08 16:47:06 | 109.69 | 97% |
| 6542 | 2019-12-29 11:42:37 | 126.50 | 97% |
| 6528 | 2019-12-29 11:30:07 | 118.68 | 96% |
| 4961 | 2019-12-14 16:11:03 | 118.12 | 97% |
| 4015 | 2019-12-08 14:07:41 | 123.84 | 97% |
| 1663 | 2018-12-25 08:47:26 | 106.12 | 97% |