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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20342 | 2020-08-04 21:48:15 | 99.59 | 97% |
| 18935 | 2020-07-09 23:46:49 | 109.10 | 98% |
| 12424 | 2020-02-14 03:49:43 | 92.79 | 96% |
| 6655 | 2019-10-13 17:00:19 | 92.84 | 95% |
| 480 | 2019-01-01 02:10:26 | 86.19 | 95% |