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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25307 | 2020-11-18 22:08:29 | 119.39 | 98% |
19548 | 2020-08-02 07:16:31 | 107.00 | 97% |
17683 | 2020-07-14 05:06:55 | 113.67 | 98% |
7166 | 2019-07-29 03:13:59 | 94.45 | 97% |
5847 | 2019-06-11 03:52:53 | 99.37 | 96% |