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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9686 | 2020-07-26 06:07:10 | 101.57 | 97% |
| 8651 | 2020-06-24 09:19:55 | 107.81 | 98% |
| 5292 | 2020-01-28 10:17:14 | 97.81 | 98% |
| 3277 | 2019-11-10 05:10:06 | 77.46 | 97% |
| 2588 | 2019-10-03 12:52:05 | 90.40 | 97% |
| 1820 | 2019-09-01 15:25:56 | 87.78 | 96% |