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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12415 | 2019-06-09 05:23:54 | 83.54 | 97% |
| 12218 | 2019-06-05 01:35:46 | 93.62 | 98% |
| 6537 | 2018-12-14 03:49:42 | 79.11 | 97% |
| 3695 | 2018-09-21 08:13:23 | 70.20 | 97% |
| 1586 | 2018-08-22 07:35:00 | 61.82 | 96% |