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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5977 | 2017-06-27 04:00:05 | 191.48 | 99% |
| 5619 | 2017-06-10 03:18:32 | 178.72 | 98% |
| 2863 | 2017-04-18 21:41:30 | 182.90 | 99% |
| 2862 | 2017-04-18 21:40:35 | 151.18 | 95% |
| 1075 | 2017-02-10 01:32:48 | 159.46 | 91% |