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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4295 | 2020-01-21 22:16:49 | 132.66 | 98% |
| 2174 | 2018-06-11 20:30:00 | 126.84 | 98% |
| 1461 | 2018-04-13 02:15:38 | 132.75 | 98% |