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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3780 | 2018-10-26 04:19:58 | 132.96 | 99% |
| 3576 | 2018-10-17 15:52:02 | 136.51 | 98% |
| 973 | 2018-07-15 04:24:54 | 113.95 | 97% |