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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7647 | 2020-12-04 01:09:30 | 117.21 | 99% |
| 2469 | 2019-12-22 11:05:23 | 68.29 | 95% |
| 1680 | 2019-12-07 23:55:35 | 64.41 | 97% |