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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7907 | 2018-08-25 20:19:41 | 163.73 | 99% |
| 3008 | 2018-04-24 03:16:51 | 155.71 | 98% |
| 2669 | 2018-04-13 02:15:32 | 152.63 | 97% |