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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2546 | 2018-12-05 21:40:08 | 131.48 | 97% |
| 764 | 2018-09-21 01:26:56 | 116.58 | 97% |
| 680 | 2018-09-19 04:30:23 | 126.76 | 98% |