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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7270 | 2018-08-29 09:01:57 | 88.82 | 96% |
| 6001 | 2018-07-09 11:06:34 | 82.35 | 97% |
| 3046 | 2018-05-12 11:32:17 | 76.44 | 96% |