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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28569 | 2020-11-15 23:24:38 | 78.73 | 94% |
| 22441 | 2020-09-04 21:35:09 | 91.41 | 96% |
| 21539 | 2020-08-19 17:27:57 | 83.18 | 95% |
| 17010 | 2020-06-20 18:44:44 | 89.74 | 97% |
| 6575 | 2020-03-02 02:53:43 | 87.86 | 96% |
| 6381 | 2020-02-24 18:52:52 | 77.66 | 94% |
| 1895 | 2019-12-12 01:56:21 | 75.72 | 96% |