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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4239 | 2020-08-19 17:24:52 | 77.58 | 97% |
| 2501 | 2020-06-25 14:43:00 | 63.15 | 96% |
| 2090 | 2020-06-20 22:57:20 | 57.11 | 95% |