Things, events, that occupy space yet come to an end when someone dies make us stop in wonder - and yet one thing, or an infinite number of things, dies with every man's or woman's death, unless the universe itself has a memory, as theosophists have suggested. In the course of time there was one day that closed the last eyes that had looked on Christ; the battle of Junin and the love of Helen died with the death of one man. What will die with me the day I die? What pathetic or frail image will be lost to the world? The voice of Macedonio Fernandez, the image of a bay horse in a vacant lot on the corner of Sarrano and Charcas, a bar of sulfur in the drawer of a mahogany desk?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13585 | 2019-10-10 08:09:59 | 113.59 | 98% |
| 11952 | 2018-11-22 12:21:39 | 118.66 | 99% |
| 6967 | 2018-02-25 03:06:18 | 110.76 | 98% |
| 6574 | 2018-02-09 02:11:35 | 103.47 | 99% |