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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50550 | 2018-04-30 02:14:07 | 131.79 | 99% |
| 48164 | 2018-04-02 21:37:49 | 139.18 | 99% |
| 43041 | 2018-01-20 01:14:35 | 133.55 | 98% |
| 30548 | 2017-08-31 08:03:27 | 114.81 | 99% |
| 21173 | 2017-06-11 04:07:45 | 122.77 | 98% |
| 17039 | 2017-04-30 19:27:21 | 126.12 | 97% |
| 12778 | 2017-01-27 21:25:09 | 133.54 | 100% |