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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7987 | 2020-11-13 00:08:22 | 118.90 | 96% |
| 3115 | 2019-02-14 08:22:34 | 95.23 | 96% |
| 1441 | 2019-01-11 12:32:24 | 98.03 | 95% |