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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2049 | 2017-06-26 19:08:16 | 83.12 | 98% |
| 1791 | 2017-04-06 11:35:49 | 73.61 | 92% |
| 1483 | 2017-02-13 15:34:15 | 86.18 | 98% |
| 537 | 2016-11-16 14:57:43 | 71.95 | 93% |
| 452 | 2016-11-14 14:43:14 | 69.10 | 97% |