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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1617 | 2020-11-02 14:34:46 | 84.90 | 96% |
1463 | 2020-10-29 11:51:40 | 73.31 | 95% |
863 | 2020-09-30 13:34:47 | 83.34 | 96% |
390 | 2020-09-20 01:41:01 | 83.84 | 96% |