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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17929 | 2019-11-02 11:55:29 | 75.30 | 97% |
| 10327 | 2018-05-13 04:21:46 | 72.94 | 100% |
| 6330 | 2017-11-22 03:58:59 | 64.71 | 96% |
| 3336 | 2017-08-14 06:19:55 | 67.95 | 98% |
| 1993 | 2017-07-31 12:30:01 | 58.45 | 96% |