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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4249 | 2018-01-06 12:03:23 | 105.82 | 99% |
| 3402 | 2017-08-20 00:11:01 | 106.06 | 100% |
| 3171 | 2017-08-11 03:57:21 | 101.25 | 99% |