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 |
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6870 | 2017-11-03 10:48:37 | 148.14 | 98% |
4614 | 2017-09-26 13:10:51 | 156.72 | 99% |
3942 | 2017-09-20 08:00:06 | 146.62 | 99% |
2779 | 2017-09-09 22:51:54 | 149.41 | 99% |
2415 | 2017-08-31 08:03:12 | 145.89 | 99% |