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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6584 | 2018-04-17 16:59:57 | 70.41 | 96% |
| 4392 | 2018-03-26 02:32:03 | 69.87 | 96% |
| 3741 | 2018-03-19 02:48:01 | 75.21 | 97% |
| 3390 | 2018-03-09 22:44:10 | 60.25 | 95% |
| 1778 | 2018-02-09 19:20:13 | 63.10 | 97% |
| 1212 | 2018-02-04 18:36:15 | 58.50 | 95% |