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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2821 | 2018-01-28 18:19:48 | 58.97 | 95% |
| 2793 | 2018-01-28 11:52:55 | 49.95 | 94% |
| 2214 | 2017-07-10 14:51:15 | 57.55 | 95% |