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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12308 | 2017-07-26 20:48:06 | 122.58 | 99% |
| 8398 | 2017-06-06 19:10:33 | 121.24 | 99% |
| 6042 | 2017-05-15 17:11:01 | 114.68 | 97% |
| 2344 | 2017-04-10 15:25:41 | 104.62 | 95% |
| 912 | 2016-12-23 16:06:48 | 106.25 | 97% |