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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14852 | 2019-09-18 07:50:13 | 145.79 | 99% |
| 13188 | 2019-05-13 18:57:29 | 132.17 | 98% |
| 13149 | 2019-05-12 13:30:47 | 149.97 | 99% |
| 11191 | 2019-01-25 02:50:42 | 143.81 | 99% |
| 3090 | 2018-04-11 06:47:39 | 119.63 | 99% |
| 2797 | 2018-04-02 08:02:09 | 117.35 | 98% |