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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9851 | 2020-06-24 18:40:23 | 90.74 | 98% |
| 8801 | 2020-05-16 14:38:17 | 85.03 | 98% |
| 3453 | 2019-12-16 14:50:48 | 75.86 | 97% |