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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13583 | 2020-06-30 10:44:14 | 128.38 | 98% |
| 10908 | 2020-05-31 11:40:05 | 108.26 | 97% |
| 1318 | 2018-10-09 06:51:14 | 94.28 | 96% |
| 102 | 2018-02-19 10:50:48 | 79.86 | 95% |