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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3694 | 2018-12-02 07:09:02 | 68.02 | 97% |
| 2272 | 2018-03-19 14:39:33 | 58.38 | 97% |
| 930 | 2017-08-27 11:41:23 | 61.92 | 98% |
| 570 | 2017-07-02 07:56:07 | 53.76 | 97% |