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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7766 | 2021-08-01 16:43:41 | 141.91 | 99% |
| 5117 | 2020-03-07 02:26:26 | 119.69 | 97% |
| 463 | 2019-01-27 05:08:41 | 120.84 | 98% |