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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8767 | 2018-06-08 01:36:26 | 105.84 | 98% |
| 7280 | 2018-03-06 06:43:29 | 111.61 | 98% |
| 6735 | 2018-02-11 17:04:13 | 123.24 | 99% |
| 6595 | 2018-02-09 07:55:06 | 119.15 | 99% |
| 5243 | 2017-12-12 05:53:19 | 113.46 | 98% |
| 4828 | 2017-12-01 14:27:37 | 104.07 | 98% |