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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59235 | 2019-10-21 11:54:44 | 74.06 | 98% |
| 58362 | 2019-04-05 13:32:31 | 82.78 | 98% |
| 54515 | 2018-12-23 09:14:32 | 69.83 | 98% |
| 48938 | 2018-10-08 12:59:08 | 60.55 | 95% |
| 36036 | 2018-06-03 09:40:08 | 62.28 | 96% |
| 25474 | 2018-03-08 10:48:24 | 61.02 | 96% |
| 25114 | 2018-03-06 13:59:44 | 63.98 | 96% |
| 24461 | 2018-03-04 07:09:36 | 69.72 | 97% |
| 21463 | 2018-02-18 07:38:57 | 61.08 | 96% |
| 18091 | 2018-01-18 11:22:46 | 67.97 | 98% |
| 10580 | 2017-11-29 13:13:02 | 59.00 | 98% |