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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2807 | 2017-07-06 17:53:35 | 51.25 | 94% |
| 2319 | 2017-06-12 15:54:52 | 56.46 | 97% |
| 2128 | 2017-06-05 13:37:32 | 49.43 | 96% |
| 1270 | 2017-05-19 12:43:18 | 50.21 | 93% |