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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4377 | 2018-09-08 02:04:10 | 63.60 | 99% |
| 4328 | 2018-09-05 04:12:09 | 60.47 | 97% |
| 311 | 2018-05-27 02:29:26 | 50.18 | 98% |