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 |
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2601 | 2020-01-27 18:04:21 | 91.79 | 94% |
2272 | 2020-01-11 19:36:19 | 72.83 | 91% |
1349 | 2019-08-31 18:19:12 | 62.28 | 92% |