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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13415 | 2019-08-21 03:07:08 | 163.86 | 99% |
13348 | 2019-08-19 04:31:45 | 125.31 | 96% |
12572 | 2019-07-08 04:19:01 | 154.40 | 99% |