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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3917 | 2019-03-31 22:37:18 | 173.09 | 99% |
| 3563 | 2019-03-23 20:43:38 | 145.61 | 99% |
| 1880 | 2019-02-19 18:33:11 | 179.30 | 99% |