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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24620 | 2020-07-06 07:03:52 | 141.06 | 97% |
| 21328 | 2019-03-01 02:11:13 | 117.14 | 97% |
| 16392 | 2018-03-19 19:07:58 | 130.09 | 98% |
| 12802 | 2017-11-06 19:56:34 | 108.49 | 97% |