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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45870 | 2018-02-03 14:57:10 | 146.43 | 98% |
| 38349 | 2017-12-11 04:02:31 | 149.53 | 98% |
| 37731 | 2017-12-04 09:20:28 | 138.76 | 98% |
| 36367 | 2017-11-18 03:04:40 | 146.27 | 98% |
| 22869 | 2017-09-21 11:58:12 | 128.06 | 98% |
| 469 | 2017-09-01 01:52:13 | 134.29 | 98% |
| 274 | 2017-08-31 07:54:44 | 131.97 | 98% |