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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 641 | 2020-09-16 19:37:36 | 101.93 | 97% |
| 279 | 2020-08-21 09:00:17 | 88.32 | 96% |
| 237 | 2020-08-19 15:19:14 | 78.94 | 95% |