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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19233 | 2019-05-18 01:25:39 | 160.56 | 100% |
| 18392 | 2019-04-11 01:55:28 | 158.18 | 100% |
| 12197 | 2018-10-03 19:30:30 | 149.54 | 100% |
| 9456 | 2018-09-09 03:51:03 | 147.58 | 100% |
| 9242 | 2018-09-07 22:49:28 | 132.53 | 100% |