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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6455 | 2018-10-28 21:48:19 | 98.16 | 97% |
| 5778 | 2018-09-19 22:20:46 | 87.55 | 98% |
| 3438 | 2018-03-03 19:16:02 | 85.10 | 97% |