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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32536 | 2020-09-03 17:48:23 | 74.91 | 99% |
| 27572 | 2019-12-06 15:10:20 | 79.53 | 99% |
| 16564 | 2018-01-23 18:06:56 | 72.12 | 98% |
| 15710 | 2017-12-07 09:25:30 | 76.32 | 99% |
| 14674 | 2017-10-30 05:52:47 | 70.94 | 98% |