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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13872 | 2020-12-06 07:27:16 | 103.60 | 97% |
| 12860 | 2020-10-10 00:24:48 | 84.27 | 96% |
| 12840 | 2020-10-09 09:11:27 | 92.21 | 96% |
| 9814 | 2020-05-09 02:01:00 | 88.10 | 95% |
| 9060 | 2020-04-06 23:18:06 | 85.22 | 95% |
| 6123 | 2019-12-30 10:01:00 | 95.84 | 96% |
| 5511 | 2019-12-14 12:22:31 | 77.41 | 95% |
| 5162 | 2019-12-11 10:20:03 | 81.39 | 96% |
| 3383 | 2019-10-22 01:34:33 | 76.10 | 96% |