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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28411 | 2020-06-04 09:45:04 | 143.51 | 100% |
| 25617 | 2019-11-16 04:44:58 | 133.10 | 99% |
| 18904 | 2018-07-11 14:05:52 | 127.95 | 98% |
| 18122 | 2018-06-20 17:13:19 | 134.73 | 98% |
| 11135 | 2017-09-02 06:19:18 | 125.96 | 97% |