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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17972 | 2018-09-09 19:49:56 | 88.86 | 98% |
| 17381 | 2017-10-21 19:06:43 | 91.25 | 97% |
| 14272 | 2017-02-25 02:19:19 | 83.40 | 95% |