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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16918 | 2020-12-09 03:58:34 | 94.12 | 98% |
16175 | 2020-11-07 01:42:29 | 89.75 | 97% |
10265 | 2019-12-09 04:31:12 | 87.05 | 98% |
9936 | 2019-11-16 09:17:37 | 79.55 | 96% |