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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7843 | 2018-09-20 09:03:11 | 77.81 | 94% |
| 6152 | 2018-04-19 12:59:24 | 101.85 | 98% |
| 4782 | 2018-02-15 16:48:04 | 93.82 | 96% |
| 4457 | 2018-02-08 16:59:32 | 91.68 | 98% |