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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1898 | 2017-04-13 12:50:21 | 94.40 | 95% |
| 1842 | 2017-04-12 07:55:20 | 81.46 | 96% |
| 945 | 2017-03-15 16:43:36 | 93.68 | 95% |
| 610 | 2017-03-05 12:43:12 | 88.56 | 97% |
| 88 | 2017-02-03 14:22:49 | 67.29 | 88% |