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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43489 | 2021-08-07 18:27:29 | 86.57 | 99% |
| 36466 | 2020-11-07 21:18:09 | 77.04 | 98% |
| 29850 | 2020-08-17 17:58:17 | 84.95 | 99% |
| 26204 | 2019-06-07 23:21:04 | 86.47 | 99% |
| 25175 | 2019-05-15 22:24:01 | 77.57 | 98% |
| 22752 | 2019-04-03 16:37:08 | 78.90 | 98% |
| 17829 | 2018-11-20 16:23:41 | 77.21 | 98% |