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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13236 | 2018-12-08 17:32:29 | 143.88 | 100% |
| 10394 | 2017-11-27 21:17:43 | 138.65 | 98% |
| 5301 | 2017-10-23 18:59:04 | 137.05 | 99% |
| 1461 | 2017-07-19 00:04:51 | 140.21 | 100% |
| 771 | 2017-07-10 18:23:45 | 131.95 | 99% |