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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28255 | 2020-03-18 19:51:05 | 106.61 | 99% |
27980 | 2020-02-26 15:31:20 | 90.58 | 98% |
27238 | 2020-01-24 01:21:26 | 103.79 | 97% |
24974 | 2019-12-04 05:31:44 | 103.49 | 98% |
24843 | 2019-11-29 23:31:30 | 114.59 | 99% |
23222 | 2019-10-06 09:10:37 | 102.29 | 99% |