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 |
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4924 | 2018-03-08 19:50:28 | 71.28 | 97% |
1984 | 2018-01-15 10:03:06 | 59.33 | 96% |