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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 74950 | 2019-04-12 13:13:39 | 100.79 | 98% |
| 67479 | 2018-03-14 21:43:48 | 92.04 | 98% |
| 67446 | 2018-03-14 20:37:08 | 95.53 | 99% |
| 64940 | 2017-12-29 22:19:29 | 102.30 | 99% |
| 62347 | 2017-10-11 13:45:53 | 91.21 | 97% |