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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7406 | 2017-06-20 17:28:28 | 75.82 | 97% |
| 4173 | 2017-04-27 21:22:44 | 70.24 | 96% |
| 3210 | 2017-04-10 21:06:20 | 34.08 | 84% |
| 2165 | 2017-03-27 21:45:00 | 54.39 | 90% |
| 1789 | 2017-03-22 22:43:18 | 52.98 | 86% |