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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11340 | 2020-08-25 22:53:00 | 76.10 | 94% |
| 8604 | 2019-09-08 13:36:49 | 84.59 | 95% |
| 5678 | 2017-10-26 14:08:31 | 79.67 | 95% |