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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5155 | 2020-11-04 22:45:01 | 71.41 | 97% |
| 5038 | 2020-11-03 21:42:42 | 63.15 | 97% |
| 4190 | 2020-10-25 18:50:12 | 61.84 | 97% |
| 663 | 2020-09-11 17:29:38 | 52.88 | 96% |