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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13624 | 2020-07-19 00:44:33 | 101.42 | 98% |
7599 | 2019-08-12 09:39:27 | 101.70 | 98% |
6230 | 2019-06-30 04:32:08 | 91.98 | 98% |