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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 89423 | 2020-11-02 08:50:48 | 110.63 | 98% |
| 85929 | 2020-08-02 10:11:57 | 117.36 | 98% |
| 83888 | 2020-05-17 06:32:52 | 111.02 | 98% |
| 83623 | 2020-04-04 03:38:56 | 115.51 | 97% |
| 82269 | 2020-02-26 07:03:40 | 117.24 | 99% |
| 73470 | 2019-08-09 00:22:28 | 132.90 | 99% |
| 73469 | 2019-08-09 00:21:09 | 115.42 | 97% |
| 72960 | 2019-07-27 07:47:49 | 123.94 | 99% |