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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10565 | 2018-02-19 21:40:49 | 92.41 | 98% |
| 9566 | 2018-02-07 04:07:00 | 86.24 | 98% |
| 7759 | 2018-01-13 08:04:47 | 89.37 | 98% |
| 3591 | 2017-12-11 23:40:05 | 84.43 | 98% |
| 1370 | 2017-11-25 05:01:12 | 81.83 | 97% |