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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49137 | 2020-03-19 13:22:13 | 85.70 | 98% |
47624 | 2020-01-22 11:11:10 | 90.71 | 98% |
45062 | 2019-10-21 04:12:38 | 81.38 | 97% |
44896 | 2019-10-15 06:03:49 | 78.98 | 97% |