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 |
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18354 | 2019-12-02 22:40:15 | 169.85 | 99% |
10368 | 2018-04-09 20:26:30 | 155.68 | 97% |