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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12550 | 2020-12-10 10:40:40 | 114.45 | 98% |
| 12303 | 2020-12-03 11:00:14 | 105.22 | 98% |
| 11993 | 2020-11-26 10:31:14 | 106.49 | 98% |
| 10464 | 2020-10-15 08:42:30 | 109.90 | 98% |
| 6141 | 2020-07-27 13:29:54 | 111.38 | 98% |
| 4102 | 2020-07-02 12:38:03 | 117.12 | 99% |