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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27379 | 2020-07-17 21:33:49 | 105.41 | 98% |
| 25241 | 2020-05-28 11:34:12 | 111.96 | 98% |
| 23046 | 2020-04-24 17:10:39 | 115.73 | 98% |