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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7688 | 2016-12-13 00:36:02 | 112.51 | 93% |
| 7367 | 2016-12-07 20:08:38 | 105.58 | 89% |
| 6007 | 2016-11-23 07:28:54 | 119.62 | 93% |
| 5575 | 2016-11-15 02:27:23 | 134.25 | 98% |