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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28673 | 2019-08-01 13:50:59 | 133.65 | 98% |
| 26285 | 2019-06-19 14:03:30 | 153.24 | 99% |
| 23628 | 2019-05-12 15:56:18 | 135.27 | 98% |
| 20171 | 2019-04-01 15:24:26 | 131.88 | 98% |
| 19982 | 2019-03-31 13:13:20 | 138.53 | 98% |
| 18240 | 2019-03-21 20:01:58 | 152.36 | 100% |
| 17118 | 2019-03-12 15:27:36 | 136.41 | 98% |
| 12874 | 2019-02-01 14:30:55 | 135.47 | 98% |
| 9518 | 2019-01-03 17:38:12 | 126.99 | 97% |
| 7994 | 2018-12-20 15:46:15 | 134.46 | 98% |
| 2802 | 2018-10-03 19:30:37 | 129.16 | 98% |