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.
—from The Canterbury Tales, a book by Geoffrey Chaucer
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 13,932 | 81.56 | November 11, 2016 |
| Instant Death Mode | 23 | 94.05 | August 15, 2017 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 7 | 73.02 | May 5, 2022 |