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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78993 | 2020-06-18 20:58:46 | 111.73 | 99% |
66669 | 2019-10-22 14:23:36 | 120.71 | 100% |
62754 | 2019-08-21 21:17:56 | 108.06 | 98% |
58548 | 2019-06-07 17:25:24 | 104.44 | 97% |