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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14524 | 2020-11-20 14:43:54 | 99.30 | 98% |
| 14067 | 2020-11-14 18:00:30 | 102.09 | 99% |
| 13104 | 2020-10-25 14:58:24 | 96.09 | 99% |
| 7390 | 2020-04-15 15:54:59 | 92.43 | 98% |