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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2468 | 2019-03-07 05:32:54 | 77.07 | 98% |
| 1350 | 2019-02-23 23:35:07 | 79.19 | 97% |
| 1148 | 2019-02-22 14:34:23 | 84.04 | 97% |