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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2924 | 2016-12-15 18:07:53 | 69.02 | 95% |
| 2658 | 2016-11-13 12:54:43 | 64.89 | 94% |
| 2656 | 2016-11-13 12:51:55 | 59.68 | 93% |