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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26850 | 2020-10-27 23:41:37 | 83.93 | 95% |
| 24268 | 2020-09-16 22:57:16 | 87.27 | 95% |
| 16232 | 2020-05-30 03:19:56 | 85.05 | 97% |
| 10014 | 2020-04-07 15:50:07 | 79.07 | 95% |
| 8869 | 2020-03-29 00:30:30 | 78.98 | 95% |
| 901 | 2019-11-29 22:15:22 | 79.19 | 96% |