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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25191 | 2019-08-16 07:23:12 | 145.57 | 99% |
| 18801 | 2019-03-08 06:41:35 | 116.59 | 96% |
| 5285 | 2018-06-29 09:47:34 | 111.25 | 97% |
| 3083 | 2018-05-23 07:20:24 | 111.22 | 97% |
| 1298 | 2018-04-24 03:17:00 | 125.47 | 98% |
| 831 | 2018-04-08 05:47:01 | 109.14 | 97% |