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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2423 | 2017-08-21 12:36:58 | 89.54 | 97% |
| 1040 | 2017-06-21 15:09:05 | 89.60 | 97% |
| 334 | 2017-05-12 06:21:36 | 89.04 | 95% |
| 169 | 2017-05-08 11:33:15 | 78.55 | 93% |