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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8632 | 2020-06-26 01:55:01 | 103.83 | 99% |
| 4762 | 2020-04-07 23:00:07 | 89.49 | 98% |
| 4070 | 2020-04-01 23:05:11 | 95.14 | 99% |
| 3606 | 2020-03-27 00:23:36 | 81.66 | 96% |
| 2311 | 2020-03-17 03:36:23 | 72.86 | 97% |