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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62814 | 2018-01-29 12:40:42 | 158.46 | 99% |
| 62495 | 2018-01-28 00:04:22 | 152.11 | 99% |
| 58105 | 2018-01-05 18:17:20 | 155.55 | 98% |