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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8344 | 2020-05-14 04:45:54 | 161.10 | 98% |
| 5334 | 2019-04-19 23:55:47 | 152.59 | 97% |
| 5098 | 2019-04-03 05:40:05 | 151.60 | 97% |
| 2813 | 2018-05-31 07:42:49 | 150.55 | 98% |