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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11234 | 2020-10-20 18:16:37 | 101.91 | 99% |
| 10397 | 2020-10-10 16:18:46 | 89.96 | 97% |
| 7770 | 2020-09-05 15:53:36 | 91.54 | 98% |
| 7656 | 2020-08-26 16:28:57 | 79.55 | 96% |
| 2831 | 2020-05-20 12:44:52 | 74.90 | 98% |