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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 545 | 2016-12-20 05:49:55 | 64.53 | 95% |
| 383 | 2016-12-15 17:09:10 | 54.67 | 88% |
| 194 | 2016-12-08 16:00:41 | 48.38 | 85% |