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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6657 | 2020-11-23 01:29:55 | 124.50 | 99% |
| 5552 | 2020-08-26 19:42:48 | 116.52 | 98% |
| 3553 | 2020-05-05 20:48:03 | 105.28 | 97% |