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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13749 | 2018-03-01 19:48:09 | 80.93 | 98% |
| 13355 | 2018-02-20 17:41:07 | 75.29 | 97% |
| 9303 | 2017-10-05 16:05:20 | 70.77 | 96% |