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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 65914 | 2018-02-19 00:13:58 | 127.58 | 97% |
| 55874 | 2017-12-11 11:08:06 | 161.33 | 98% |
| 55161 | 2017-08-16 15:53:26 | 143.40 | 98% |
| 50805 | 2017-07-21 12:30:08 | 130.87 | 98% |