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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23558 | 2024-04-24 23:43:05 | 181.01 | 99.8% |
12523 | 2020-03-20 23:16:51 | 157.71 | 100% |
9465 | 2019-05-28 23:58:49 | 136.70 | 99% |