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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18916 | 2020-02-10 04:41:00 | 87.98 | 99% |
| 16332 | 2019-03-31 05:40:59 | 82.74 | 98% |
| 15480 | 2019-02-20 16:42:22 | 82.57 | 99% |
| 15200 | 2019-02-04 14:44:46 | 76.40 | 99% |
| 10657 | 2018-05-25 09:15:50 | 67.76 | 98% |
| 4931 | 2017-09-17 10:22:42 | 72.72 | 97% |
| 4543 | 2017-09-01 04:21:39 | 65.84 | 97% |