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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86100 | 2019-12-23 01:14:24 | 94.68 | 97% |
85717 | 2019-12-09 04:38:16 | 85.86 | 97% |
78268 | 2019-07-03 17:51:09 | 94.30 | 97% |