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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14488 | 2018-05-15 00:57:16 | 154.02 | 99% |
| 11244 | 2018-02-24 23:28:07 | 150.49 | 99% |
| 8098 | 2017-12-01 08:58:31 | 144.62 | 99% |
| 7321 | 2017-11-15 11:59:56 | 136.81 | 98% |
| 3254 | 2017-09-13 05:58:16 | 143.77 | 99% |