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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35245 | 2020-10-28 13:11:28 | 73.59 | 98% |
32107 | 2020-09-22 13:30:39 | 71.07 | 97% |
30554 | 2020-08-28 14:45:12 | 71.54 | 96% |
29926 | 2020-08-19 14:05:28 | 75.70 | 97% |