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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67202 | 2020-10-17 00:20:48 | 119.57 | 98% |
| 64650 | 2020-08-19 00:24:18 | 101.80 | 97% |
| 64550 | 2020-08-11 23:04:22 | 112.97 | 98% |
| 58916 | 2019-11-08 19:58:35 | 109.85 | 98% |
| 56027 | 2019-09-17 20:34:49 | 108.85 | 97% |
| 54728 | 2019-08-14 02:37:51 | 104.83 | 97% |
| 53281 | 2019-05-30 00:38:40 | 98.76 | 96% |