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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3138 | 2019-09-22 03:48:54 | 72.31 | 98% |
| 1876 | 2019-07-07 08:05:30 | 78.37 | 99% |
| 836 | 2018-12-25 13:56:47 | 69.60 | 99% |
| 477 | 2018-12-12 12:19:00 | 70.33 | 99% |