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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11915 | 2017-10-23 01:09:34 | 79.92 | 98% |
| 9484 | 2017-02-09 03:04:59 | 74.73 | 98% |
| 9050 | 2016-12-25 00:30:16 | 72.93 | 97% |
| 8293 | 2016-12-10 22:45:40 | 67.80 | 94% |