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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4563 | 2020-11-10 12:44:30 | 87.46 | 97% |
| 4285 | 2020-11-08 06:10:22 | 88.34 | 97% |
| 410 | 2019-02-12 18:09:11 | 64.08 | 96% |