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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6720 | 2020-04-24 06:39:56 | 141.60 | 97% |
6699 | 2020-04-24 04:27:05 | 141.71 | 98% |
3444 | 2019-08-21 03:07:12 | 147.21 | 98% |
3281 | 2019-08-07 05:20:40 | 133.12 | 97% |