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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2477 | 2018-12-13 10:46:34 | 96.56 | 96% |
| 2370 | 2018-12-03 16:59:48 | 107.05 | 98% |
| 1014 | 2018-10-04 18:23:36 | 92.79 | 98% |