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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63179 | 2020-11-01 11:18:54 | 136.70 | 98% |
62224 | 2020-10-13 20:05:34 | 129.97 | 97% |
60935 | 2020-09-26 20:28:24 | 118.55 | 98% |
60369 | 2020-09-20 00:34:45 | 136.32 | 99% |
58524 | 2020-06-15 01:28:26 | 156.47 | 100% |
56173 | 2020-03-19 17:45:54 | 135.92 | 98% |
54910 | 2020-01-12 19:32:51 | 125.01 | 98% |
49681 | 2019-09-01 23:08:44 | 138.99 | 99% |