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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22007 | 2020-11-04 01:10:08 | 119.21 | 99% |
| 19204 | 2017-06-08 00:29:19 | 117.36 | 99% |
| 17615 | 2017-03-07 18:11:30 | 109.39 | 97% |
| 17503 | 2017-03-01 22:01:53 | 93.71 | 91% |