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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1239 | 2019-01-18 04:08:13 | 85.13 | 98% |
| 935 | 2018-12-22 05:23:45 | 87.48 | 98% |
| 364 | 2018-09-20 18:18:51 | 89.43 | 99% |