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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 98907 | 2020-06-25 04:55:39 | 87.15 | 95% |
| 98444 | 2020-06-20 01:47:03 | 91.90 | 97% |
| 93426 | 2020-04-22 07:23:00 | 82.92 | 96% |
| 91965 | 2020-04-09 06:42:59 | 104.77 | 98% |
| 90642 | 2020-03-30 23:18:27 | 101.41 | 98% |
| 82783 | 2019-09-11 02:41:36 | 80.97 | 97% |
| 80846 | 2019-08-28 03:57:58 | 98.23 | 98% |
| 68396 | 2019-01-13 03:39:28 | 77.66 | 95% |
| 62993 | 2018-09-22 16:16:11 | 95.34 | 97% |
| 62104 | 2018-09-04 00:00:30 | 83.65 | 97% |
| 61817 | 2018-08-30 17:37:18 | 94.34 | 96% |
| 55636 | 2018-04-27 15:41:24 | 90.48 | 97% |
| 51907 | 2018-02-20 21:51:48 | 89.91 | 98% |
| 46871 | 2017-11-18 00:49:34 | 84.03 | 96% |