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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2886 | 2018-02-11 11:48:38 | 75.11 | 95% |
| 2345 | 2018-01-11 10:57:56 | 78.56 | 96% |
| 2066 | 2017-12-21 17:05:39 | 57.28 | 95% |
| 1281 | 2017-11-13 08:07:52 | 77.95 | 97% |