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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22413 | 2020-10-04 05:27:10 | 107.49 | 97% |
| 20395 | 2020-08-06 03:08:01 | 112.67 | 98% |
| 17258 | 2020-05-27 07:47:24 | 111.13 | 98% |
| 16641 | 2020-05-08 03:39:24 | 99.14 | 96% |
| 16171 | 2020-04-27 19:50:37 | 96.96 | 97% |
| 13940 | 2020-03-11 23:05:21 | 86.79 | 96% |
| 12344 | 2020-02-13 04:09:27 | 97.12 | 97% |
| 10610 | 2020-01-13 03:24:07 | 77.47 | 97% |
| 2166 | 2019-06-27 03:00:25 | 90.99 | 96% |