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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3148 | 2018-09-27 21:08:30 | 101.97 | 98% |
| 3047 | 2018-09-27 06:37:30 | 91.22 | 97% |
| 2352 | 2018-09-14 21:53:13 | 90.75 | 97% |