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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6665 | 2020-01-06 12:07:52 | 102.86 | 98% |
3251 | 2019-12-14 12:22:17 | 94.25 | 99% |
1898 | 2019-12-03 06:03:14 | 78.89 | 97% |