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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 815 | 2017-05-26 10:53:19 | 60.88 | 93% |
| 340 | 2017-04-30 05:59:36 | 47.00 | 88% |
| 319 | 2017-04-27 15:45:58 | 54.23 | 94% |