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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9150 | 2020-09-27 20:01:06 | 109.87 | 98% |
| 7069 | 2020-08-15 21:19:52 | 105.94 | 97% |
| 2356 | 2020-06-11 19:41:44 | 101.50 | 98% |
| 144 | 2020-05-17 02:36:13 | 95.21 | 98% |