Text race history for leonidas (awsomaw)

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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
12600 2019-07-09 19:13:28 148.60 98%
11813 2019-04-21 07:35:47 156.31 98%
6435 2018-07-13 21:49:20 142.51 97%