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 |
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4423 | 2019-04-13 05:52:16 | 202.55 | 100% |
4422 | 2019-04-13 05:48:35 | 191.37 | 99% |
1107 | 2018-10-14 21:57:37 | 182.96 | 99% |