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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6882 | 2019-03-27 15:34:40 | 114.09 | 99% |
| 4792 | 2019-01-09 12:11:01 | 106.30 | 97% |
| 3018 | 2018-11-12 10:09:55 | 117.90 | 99% |
| 1296 | 2018-09-17 13:51:32 | 95.95 | 98% |
| 253 | 2018-08-31 12:01:05 | 108.68 | 99% |