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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50388 | 2017-05-13 01:31:40 | 131.81 | 98% |
| 50064 | 2017-05-05 09:11:01 | 142.55 | 99% |
| 48640 | 2017-04-01 03:52:18 | 148.49 | 99% |
| 47466 | 2017-02-25 02:18:44 | 129.89 | 97% |
| 46820 | 2017-02-10 12:08:56 | 114.84 | 96% |