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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6364 | 2020-11-06 12:26:35 | 132.83 | 99% |
| 4864 | 2020-10-24 15:27:18 | 123.92 | 98% |
| 4090 | 2020-10-17 13:00:24 | 129.02 | 99% |
| 3539 | 2020-10-12 21:24:49 | 130.09 | 99% |
| 402 | 2020-08-25 19:25:15 | 112.72 | 98% |