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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 56013 | 2017-12-13 17:10:17 | 145.65 | 98% |
| 52522 | 2017-08-01 09:50:20 | 167.56 | 100% |
| 51118 | 2017-07-22 19:01:26 | 144.36 | 99% |