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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2095 | 2017-07-25 15:27:25 | 75.53 | 97% |
| 1800 | 2017-07-03 17:25:23 | 69.75 | 98% |
| 1574 | 2017-01-27 19:45:05 | 71.14 | 94% |
| 1024 | 2017-01-18 21:41:17 | 69.73 | 93% |