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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24676 | 2020-01-10 08:22:56 | 118.03 | 98% |
| 21674 | 2019-11-16 05:23:24 | 105.28 | 98% |
| 19065 | 2019-09-29 00:57:31 | 111.97 | 97% |
| 18856 | 2019-09-28 02:47:43 | 109.99 | 98% |
| 14603 | 2019-09-02 09:48:21 | 112.04 | 98% |
| 13142 | 2019-07-29 10:29:01 | 96.89 | 97% |
| 11666 | 2018-11-26 03:53:56 | 92.72 | 96% |