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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3112 | 2017-10-05 07:51:01 | 55.24 | 96% |
| 1499 | 2017-01-22 08:46:50 | 59.58 | 97% |
| 1327 | 2017-01-05 07:31:57 | 48.31 | 92% |
| 980 | 2016-12-12 12:10:50 | 51.06 | 94% |