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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 79118 | 2020-10-18 22:56:43 | 125.50 | 99% |
| 75527 | 2020-07-25 17:09:25 | 126.78 | 98% |
| 68247 | 2019-01-20 14:20:18 | 129.53 | 98% |
| 67756 | 2019-01-14 23:00:37 | 125.70 | 98% |
| 65220 | 2018-12-22 02:19:10 | 120.80 | 98% |
| 60380 | 2018-11-09 21:38:07 | 120.78 | 98% |
| 58394 | 2018-09-19 19:21:08 | 131.31 | 99% |