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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7652 | 2020-08-09 22:28:38 | 115.25 | 98% |
| 7500 | 2020-08-08 23:04:18 | 121.87 | 98% |
| 5827 | 2020-07-23 02:29:28 | 118.97 | 98% |
| 4712 | 2020-07-06 01:21:01 | 118.64 | 98% |
| 3246 | 2020-06-12 20:23:10 | 107.29 | 98% |