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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 76710 | 2020-10-25 12:31:07 | 93.85 | 96% |
| 73995 | 2020-07-17 03:22:08 | 78.89 | 96% |
| 71269 | 2020-06-01 12:02:43 | 97.08 | 97% |
| 68317 | 2020-03-14 13:21:20 | 101.05 | 98% |
| 62974 | 2019-11-01 22:58:24 | 103.66 | 97% |
| 61465 | 2019-10-01 06:27:47 | 94.23 | 97% |
| 55955 | 2019-05-29 10:29:15 | 94.64 | 96% |