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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5262 | 2020-12-05 21:08:01 | 105.36 | 97% |
2200 | 2020-11-18 22:18:34 | 96.62 | 97% |
112 | 2020-11-02 20:34:09 | 94.49 | 96% |