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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9373 | 2020-04-18 13:06:46 | 92.13 | 96% |
| 8413 | 2020-03-22 11:57:16 | 108.32 | 98% |
| 4018 | 2019-11-07 10:35:56 | 76.01 | 95% |
| 2309 | 2019-08-30 22:07:47 | 65.66 | 95% |