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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9403 | 2020-10-31 03:46:46 | 78.64 | 98% |
| 9095 | 2020-10-05 07:17:20 | 78.35 | 98% |
| 3298 | 2019-09-22 08:11:12 | 66.18 | 96% |