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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15599 | 2018-10-16 02:32:15 | 100.34 | 98% |
| 14876 | 2018-09-12 00:31:12 | 109.42 | 99% |
| 10517 | 2018-02-18 19:30:03 | 92.20 | 98% |
| 6212 | 2018-01-03 01:33:47 | 85.51 | 97% |