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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45416 | 2020-11-28 17:43:21 | 138.10 | 98% |
| 41988 | 2020-10-15 12:10:21 | 136.91 | 98% |
| 41046 | 2020-10-03 13:56:18 | 135.91 | 98% |
| 40414 | 2020-09-27 13:37:44 | 143.06 | 98% |
| 29063 | 2019-07-09 19:13:34 | 127.74 | 98% |
| 24550 | 2019-05-21 15:42:08 | 119.62 | 98% |
| 22060 | 2019-04-02 20:45:37 | 113.34 | 97% |
| 21718 | 2019-03-27 19:19:14 | 120.59 | 98% |
| 16602 | 2019-01-28 20:41:45 | 103.11 | 98% |
| 7246 | 2018-10-09 17:29:22 | 78.30 | 96% |
| 3221 | 2018-09-09 10:50:48 | 65.84 | 96% |
| 2591 | 2018-09-02 18:25:10 | 63.77 | 95% |