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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2247 | 2018-08-30 15:17:37 | 75.32 | 96% |
| 2158 | 2018-08-24 21:29:04 | 88.37 | 97% |
| 1337 | 2017-12-06 15:37:13 | 73.82 | 96% |
| 1166 | 2017-11-10 15:45:32 | 60.11 | 94% |