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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2395 | 2019-02-27 17:02:20 | 80.94 | 98% |
| 1827 | 2019-01-26 15:28:22 | 79.16 | 98% |
| 1406 | 2018-10-20 14:50:22 | 76.98 | 98% |