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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5764 | 2020-11-13 04:38:27 | 59.85 | 93% |
| 1692 | 2019-08-02 12:11:48 | 50.40 | 94% |
| 1626 | 2019-07-31 04:12:36 | 57.10 | 95% |
| 1179 | 2019-04-06 00:16:19 | 55.76 | 95% |