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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3201 | 2017-08-07 17:39:54 | 74.72 | 96% |
| 2993 | 2017-08-01 16:30:02 | 74.38 | 95% |
| 1950 | 2017-06-21 06:55:05 | 74.17 | 96% |