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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9200 | 2020-11-08 08:18:43 | 71.28 | 98% |
| 5044 | 2020-08-09 16:30:03 | 59.54 | 97% |
| 1435 | 2020-01-26 14:08:22 | 65.20 | 98% |