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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5766 | 2020-12-05 19:24:41 | 117.54 | 98% |
| 5697 | 2020-12-05 00:48:49 | 134.21 | 99% |
| 1061 | 2020-10-17 02:12:37 | 105.49 | 97% |