Such places are few and far between, these grand islands of eternity in the soupy, ever changing world of the living. New York had its share of forever-places. The greatest of these stood near Manhattan's southern-most tip: the two gray brothers to the green statue in the bay. The towers had found their heaven. They were a part of Everlost now, held fast, and held forever by the memories of a mourning world, and by the dignity of the souls who got where they were going on that dark September day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44937 | 2020-12-03 14:53:07 | 98.24 | 99% |
| 44253 | 2020-11-26 09:23:53 | 91.84 | 99% |
| 41913 | 2020-10-26 15:09:52 | 96.55 | 99% |
| 35178 | 2020-06-11 12:26:15 | 96.18 | 99% |
| 35064 | 2020-06-10 14:33:07 | 88.67 | 99% |
| 28222 | 2020-02-16 13:42:27 | 94.99 | 99% |
| 24935 | 2019-12-20 10:31:33 | 81.36 | 97% |
| 23748 | 2019-12-11 13:39:56 | 86.57 | 97% |
| 19656 | 2019-10-16 16:33:30 | 81.68 | 98% |
| 18797 | 2019-10-06 09:10:50 | 84.18 | 98% |