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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 57668 | 2020-06-23 01:51:19 | 101.69 | 98% |
| 56262 | 2020-03-29 04:19:22 | 103.87 | 99% |
| 49329 | 2019-03-18 02:30:08 | 107.59 | 98% |
| 49317 | 2019-03-18 02:17:28 | 109.36 | 98% |
| 48446 | 2019-02-27 07:42:31 | 104.65 | 97% |
| 47349 | 2019-02-14 08:22:24 | 112.29 | 98% |
| 39690 | 2018-10-01 05:17:44 | 106.52 | 98% |
| 39523 | 2018-09-28 05:16:21 | 109.07 | 99% |
| 36359 | 2018-08-09 02:45:38 | 104.55 | 97% |
| 33234 | 2018-06-15 02:26:25 | 101.13 | 97% |
| 29391 | 2018-02-25 04:23:00 | 111.93 | 99% |
| 23314 | 2017-09-22 05:11:05 | 95.48 | 98% |