Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; he will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4933 | 2021-06-21 16:42:43 | 79.20 | 98% |
| 4400 | 2021-06-07 08:54:31 | 80.12 | 97% |
| 4000 | 2021-05-15 09:02:41 | 79.75 | 97% |
| 3540 | 2021-04-29 17:16:06 | 75.17 | 97% |
| 2480 | 2021-02-23 15:03:13 | 73.19 | 96.9% |
| 1493 | 2021-01-17 08:06:50 | 62.25 | 97% |