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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10027 | 2019-07-01 17:47:27 | 131.10 | 98% |
| 9983 | 2019-07-01 16:05:22 | 152.56 | 99% |
| 9810 | 2019-06-22 04:55:54 | 142.77 | 99% |