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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18176 | 2018-02-11 01:10:05 | 125.31 | 99% |
| 16851 | 2018-01-30 12:33:34 | 120.25 | 99% |
| 14050 | 2017-12-18 18:57:16 | 124.15 | 99% |
| 11500 | 2017-11-15 12:28:54 | 117.38 | 99% |
| 651 | 2017-05-14 17:33:35 | 120.92 | 98% |