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 |
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| 20121 | 2020-05-09 15:52:29 | 101.80 | 98% |
| 19488 | 2020-05-07 20:05:33 | 102.26 | 97% |
| 14948 | 2020-04-16 17:48:51 | 102.13 | 98% |
| 485 | 2019-04-24 01:32:05 | 85.40 | 97% |