High on a stag the Goddess held her seat, and there were little hounds about her feet; below her feet there was a sickle moon, waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon. Her statue bore a mantle of bright green, her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen; her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode down to where Pluto has his dark abode.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8982 | 2020-08-30 16:25:20 | 119.11 | 99% |
| 6097 | 2020-07-23 21:16:27 | 107.71 | 98% |
| 974 | 2020-05-05 20:46:22 | 91.41 | 97% |