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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30160 | 2019-04-25 04:44:41 | 94.43 | 97% |
| 21512 | 2018-02-17 19:37:27 | 96.15 | 98% |
| 18244 | 2017-11-26 18:06:03 | 96.97 | 98% |
| 16684 | 2017-11-16 07:11:22 | 93.78 | 98% |
| 14654 | 2017-11-06 00:12:26 | 76.68 | 96% |
| 13376 | 2017-11-01 03:10:26 | 96.74 | 97% |