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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2934 | 2018-10-30 09:32:52 | 59.14 | 95% |
| 2649 | 2018-10-28 11:03:44 | 53.66 | 95% |
| 2572 | 2018-10-28 03:48:34 | 53.04 | 94% |