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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8527 | 2020-12-15 04:44:17 | 88.84 | 98% |
| 5738 | 2020-10-15 05:25:41 | 76.54 | 96% |
| 4911 | 2020-10-08 03:53:42 | 73.34 | 97% |
| 2198 | 2020-08-31 06:59:46 | 60.91 | 95% |