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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42423 | 2019-09-04 23:02:29 | 142.98 | 99% |
| 33056 | 2018-06-29 09:47:22 | 141.05 | 99% |
| 31601 | 2018-02-28 18:39:38 | 135.37 | 98% |