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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6054 | 2020-10-18 01:54:14 | 115.15 | 97% |
| 5094 | 2019-05-16 18:21:45 | 104.38 | 96% |
| 5076 | 2019-05-16 04:52:43 | 109.61 | 97% |
| 1163 | 2019-01-09 12:11:06 | 94.13 | 96% |