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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1916 | 2020-08-24 21:52:17 | 83.76 | 96% |
| 1641 | 2020-08-09 16:36:49 | 81.46 | 97% |
| 1335 | 2020-07-20 02:10:29 | 84.43 | 98% |
| 183 | 2020-04-23 15:42:17 | 76.29 | 97% |