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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17322 | 2019-06-03 10:59:19 | 78.98 | 98% |
| 16413 | 2019-05-07 10:35:41 | 75.47 | 98% |
| 12453 | 2018-01-30 14:32:14 | 73.52 | 98% |