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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4241 | 2018-02-02 14:46:01 | 92.40 | 98% |
| 3284 | 2017-11-11 08:59:45 | 83.83 | 95% |
| 2766 | 2017-09-26 13:26:25 | 86.37 | 96% |