Text race history for Shreesh (josh_1993)

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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
2911 2019-07-12 16:45:51 68.53 96%
2516 2018-08-31 17:08:59 61.75 96%