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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6785 | 2020-11-30 16:41:33 | 106.76 | 97% |
| 6460 | 2020-11-20 18:39:22 | 115.12 | 98% |
| 5472 | 2020-10-19 02:34:16 | 106.21 | 97% |
| 2498 | 2020-04-21 02:18:39 | 94.68 | 97% |