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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28853 | 2019-04-29 14:34:54 | 119.91 | 96% |
| 26088 | 2018-10-28 22:12:05 | 126.74 | 98% |
| 24378 | 2018-09-27 12:40:58 | 149.50 | 98% |
| 24377 | 2018-09-27 12:39:48 | 129.42 | 98% |
| 9755 | 2017-08-16 16:08:57 | 118.59 | 97% |