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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3669 | 2019-10-30 12:50:34 | 103.21 | 98% |
| 2951 | 2019-10-16 14:02:23 | 105.38 | 98% |
| 2758 | 2019-10-11 11:57:41 | 92.26 | 96% |