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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7413 | 2020-08-19 17:28:05 | 75.16 | 97% |
7409 | 2020-08-17 00:46:57 | 88.99 | 97% |
7051 | 2019-12-17 15:26:00 | 93.99 | 97% |