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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9516 | 2017-03-20 13:00:31 | 63.56 | 92% |
| 9232 | 2017-03-12 18:35:36 | 58.58 | 87% |
| 7851 | 2017-01-08 16:43:37 | 55.27 | 89% |
| 7821 | 2017-01-08 15:35:28 | 63.41 | 92% |