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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3429 | 2020-12-14 04:20:04 | 83.32 | 98% |
| 1884 | 2020-11-03 04:55:32 | 74.00 | 97% |
| 1144 | 2020-10-06 15:35:20 | 64.23 | 96% |