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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5567 | 2020-07-19 02:56:59 | 136.64 | 98% |
| 4420 | 2020-07-03 03:09:11 | 117.86 | 97% |
| 3583 | 2020-06-11 03:47:02 | 150.42 | 99% |
| 2835 | 2020-05-17 23:02:34 | 133.17 | 98% |