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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1392 | 2020-05-26 11:45:37 | 68.38 | 96% |
| 1354 | 2020-05-25 11:41:06 | 71.09 | 96% |
| 291 | 2020-03-13 13:07:33 | 57.48 | 96% |