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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1717 | 2020-09-12 08:11:12 | 81.71 | 96% |
793 | 2020-08-25 01:34:11 | 89.66 | 98% |
650 | 2020-08-24 04:16:22 | 87.22 | 98% |