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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4925 | 2019-07-31 23:19:50 | 76.06 | 96% |
| 2219 | 2018-07-21 12:04:21 | 70.32 | 96% |
| 1471 | 2018-07-07 04:32:07 | 85.46 | 97% |