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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13290 | 2020-05-28 11:34:02 | 137.33 | 98% |
| 6745 | 2019-12-28 12:03:49 | 125.66 | 97% |
| 6722 | 2019-12-28 10:25:45 | 103.91 | 96% |
| 2029 | 2017-11-27 11:55:01 | 86.89 | 95% |