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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2058 | 2020-05-01 06:30:40 | 85.33 | 95% |
| 1321 | 2020-04-25 05:15:11 | 75.46 | 95% |
| 1206 | 2020-04-22 07:23:00 | 83.56 | 96% |