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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3764 | 2020-11-23 13:01:30 | 76.75 | 98% |
| 3420 | 2020-11-18 15:05:34 | 72.66 | 98% |
| 1181 | 2020-10-27 13:32:34 | 67.89 | 98% |
| 545 | 2020-10-18 19:00:16 | 65.48 | 95% |