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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 281798 | 2020-12-20 05:50:59 | 141.70 | 99% |
| 281027 | 2020-12-05 03:51:59 | 140.23 | 99% |
| 280142 | 2020-11-17 08:29:56 | 148.01 | 99% |
| 267933 | 2020-05-23 11:02:31 | 121.84 | 98% |
| 265681 | 2020-04-26 09:08:21 | 124.32 | 98% |
| 252615 | 2019-11-11 05:39:16 | 142.30 | 99% |
| 250577 | 2019-09-03 06:00:13 | 153.16 | 99% |
| 250559 | 2019-09-03 05:45:57 | 131.88 | 98% |
| 249449 | 2019-08-19 04:31:38 | 147.74 | 99% |
| 242323 | 2019-06-12 03:32:06 | 135.99 | 98% |