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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12614 | 2018-04-14 10:39:29 | 166.77 | 99% |
| 9851 | 2018-01-23 03:13:21 | 149.15 | 99% |
| 9485 | 2017-12-21 06:45:29 | 159.55 | 99% |
| 8832 | 2017-12-11 23:55:23 | 155.71 | 99% |
| 8784 | 2017-12-11 21:15:23 | 148.63 | 99% |
| 6422 | 2017-10-28 05:59:16 | 149.34 | 98% |
| 3321 | 2017-09-13 09:10:04 | 143.95 | 98% |