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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11059 | 2020-08-23 12:55:36 | 110.46 | 98% |
| 8459 | 2018-10-22 17:20:05 | 98.69 | 96% |
| 6240 | 2018-04-29 16:53:39 | 93.73 | 95% |
| 5856 | 2018-03-12 13:44:36 | 101.72 | 97% |
| 2788 | 2017-12-06 15:37:01 | 85.79 | 96% |
| 2139 | 2017-11-28 13:12:53 | 83.40 | 95% |