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 |
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19494 | 2020-11-06 02:44:04 | 92.55 | 97% |
10831 | 2020-03-22 04:14:27 | 84.23 | 98% |
6132 | 2020-01-20 02:09:04 | 76.08 | 97% |
5615 | 2020-01-15 00:03:43 | 74.49 | 97% |