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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8803 | 2020-05-07 18:59:30 | 122.88 | 99% |
6777 | 2020-04-14 07:04:01 | 110.62 | 99% |
6396 | 2019-10-26 21:10:26 | 109.68 | 99% |
6298 | 2019-09-17 20:34:48 | 111.09 | 99% |
5585 | 2019-08-08 04:34:53 | 90.31 | 98% |