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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8248 | 2020-02-13 12:48:39 | 109.29 | 99% |
8069 | 2019-12-15 20:33:37 | 103.56 | 97% |
6505 | 2019-07-29 09:45:47 | 94.70 | 97% |
5330 | 2019-06-16 10:20:34 | 100.95 | 99% |