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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21894 | 2020-02-02 12:59:34 | 120.16 | 97% |
21164 | 2019-10-21 07:35:16 | 121.44 | 98% |
20255 | 2019-09-01 07:22:52 | 129.83 | 98% |