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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11260 | 2019-10-28 14:41:03 | 118.53 | 98% |
| 10211 | 2018-12-19 18:44:20 | 124.20 | 99% |
| 9548 | 2018-10-19 20:06:57 | 121.66 | 99% |