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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8672 | 2025-04-28 16:36:45 | 143.16 | 97.1% |
| 7961 | 2025-04-22 22:30:09 | 142.39 | 97.4% |
| 7904 | 2025-04-22 19:03:48 | 139.33 | 98% |
| 6644 | 2025-04-08 18:01:21 | 130.48 | 96.7% |