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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9368 | 2018-01-05 13:00:32 | 81.37 | 98% |
| 8659 | 2017-12-25 17:43:43 | 79.32 | 98% |
| 6207 | 2017-11-15 07:25:19 | 74.26 | 97% |
| 2118 | 2017-09-07 16:38:12 | 62.77 | 96% |
| 62 | 2017-06-28 10:21:47 | 40.64 | 95% |