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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5526 | 2019-06-21 13:28:09 | 91.41 | 98% |
| 1575 | 2018-10-18 09:43:42 | 75.33 | 96% |
| 971 | 2018-07-23 16:47:08 | 84.55 | 98% |
| 360 | 2018-03-29 20:53:18 | 61.37 | 97% |