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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4166 | 2020-06-23 13:02:04 | 72.15 | 96% |
| 3894 | 2020-06-19 16:57:17 | 73.81 | 97% |
| 2939 | 2020-06-07 14:43:31 | 55.89 | 94% |
| 329 | 2020-03-24 10:55:36 | 68.37 | 95% |
| 160 | 2020-03-20 16:09:12 | 65.56 | 94% |