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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2643 | 2017-06-02 16:56:46 | 85.42 | 93% |
| 846 | 2017-05-01 06:54:16 | 80.04 | 93% |
| 830 | 2017-04-30 10:51:59 | 79.85 | 95% |
| 670 | 2017-04-29 09:47:24 | 78.23 | 90% |