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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9783 | 2019-03-02 16:38:31 | 137.77 | 99% |
| 7625 | 2018-10-10 06:10:29 | 142.46 | 99% |
| 4803 | 2018-05-24 22:08:10 | 135.35 | 98% |