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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112341 | 2019-10-29 14:29:03 | 132.49 | 96% |
106442 | 2019-08-18 22:37:30 | 162.17 | 98% |
105687 | 2019-08-08 00:54:45 | 148.22 | 98% |
104302 | 2019-06-22 21:22:51 | 145.05 | 97% |
103837 | 2019-05-28 03:12:04 | 132.97 | 98% |