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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17197 | 2018-02-02 16:50:24 | 117.12 | 98% |
| 17033 | 2018-02-01 13:52:30 | 115.31 | 98% |
| 17032 | 2018-02-01 13:30:57 | 123.28 | 99% |
| 10825 | 2017-11-08 13:52:57 | 113.88 | 98% |
| 9464 | 2017-10-31 13:19:35 | 115.74 | 98% |
| 8582 | 2017-10-25 15:12:08 | 113.95 | 97% |
| 8581 | 2017-10-25 15:09:49 | 122.13 | 99% |
| 8580 | 2017-10-25 15:08:28 | 118.81 | 99% |
| 4875 | 2017-08-03 15:37:22 | 115.37 | 99% |