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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11163 | 2020-04-27 00:10:22 | 115.05 | 97% |
| 7724 | 2019-11-24 01:59:30 | 115.13 | 96% |
| 1280 | 2017-08-29 01:29:13 | 105.58 | 97% |
| 925 | 2017-07-25 00:47:23 | 144.12 | 100% |