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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20137 | 2020-06-13 20:39:58 | 146.27 | 98% |
| 20099 | 2020-06-12 11:15:21 | 133.80 | 97% |
| 14277 | 2020-04-01 20:22:43 | 148.87 | 99% |
| 13653 | 2020-03-30 00:53:39 | 141.82 | 99% |
| 12690 | 2020-03-20 17:38:39 | 142.69 | 99% |