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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26163 | 2020-12-17 23:51:35 | 76.03 | 99% |
| 23523 | 2019-07-30 11:02:50 | 83.44 | 99% |
| 23239 | 2019-07-13 21:46:30 | 79.18 | 99% |
| 20534 | 2019-04-29 21:09:45 | 72.42 | 100% |
| 19080 | 2019-01-28 01:52:16 | 73.11 | 100% |
| 11358 | 2018-06-23 01:39:57 | 74.79 | 100% |
| 4449 | 2018-01-09 16:01:17 | 66.76 | 100% |