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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8862 | 2020-03-08 10:53:23 | 81.13 | 98% |
| 6681 | 2020-02-28 22:53:00 | 81.91 | 97% |
| 3836 | 2020-02-16 13:42:43 | 75.89 | 96% |
| 3115 | 2020-02-12 21:53:28 | 81.55 | 97% |