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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54710 | 2020-11-03 05:27:09 | 99.15 | 98% |
| 53944 | 2020-09-24 10:38:40 | 103.52 | 99% |
| 44278 | 2019-09-24 05:21:54 | 88.22 | 98% |
| 43957 | 2019-09-14 05:58:20 | 86.43 | 98% |
| 41649 | 2019-06-29 14:50:33 | 89.09 | 98% |
| 37661 | 2019-03-10 21:41:32 | 85.66 | 98% |
| 36137 | 2019-01-25 22:42:42 | 88.21 | 98% |
| 30556 | 2018-12-19 08:41:08 | 77.55 | 98% |
| 23762 | 2018-10-26 23:19:07 | 76.37 | 97% |
| 21708 | 2018-10-10 01:24:28 | 87.35 | 98% |
| 20290 | 2018-10-01 23:49:26 | 78.70 | 98% |
| 20252 | 2018-09-30 23:34:45 | 82.94 | 97% |
| 17413 | 2018-07-29 20:33:03 | 73.09 | 96% |
| 11081 | 2018-03-28 18:31:30 | 66.91 | 97% |
| 3318 | 2017-12-12 23:01:51 | 54.48 | 96% |