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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12855 | 2020-09-09 18:37:24 | 71.78 | 97% |
| 12604 | 2020-08-30 23:51:19 | 71.79 | 98% |
| 7199 | 2017-12-30 09:56:53 | 59.66 | 95% |