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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2498 | 2019-04-17 16:19:02 | 100.21 | 99% |
| 399 | 2018-02-15 02:32:53 | 107.72 | 97% |
| 215 | 2018-02-06 07:01:04 | 97.31 | 98% |