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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37532 | 2020-06-30 14:12:04 | 134.97 | 98% |
| 33437 | 2020-01-12 19:32:48 | 131.68 | 98% |
| 29273 | 2019-08-12 09:39:11 | 139.15 | 98% |
| 29213 | 2019-08-10 00:55:47 | 141.49 | 99% |
| 27883 | 2019-07-23 13:51:43 | 149.61 | 99% |
| 27039 | 2019-07-12 11:52:17 | 139.36 | 99% |
| 25308 | 2019-06-07 11:49:49 | 148.79 | 99% |