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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10361 | 2018-11-13 03:51:54 | 94.18 | 98% |
| 4322 | 2018-05-20 20:23:46 | 88.62 | 97% |
| 3025 | 2018-04-28 03:23:51 | 92.35 | 98% |