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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7912 | 2023-06-29 09:03:22 | 95.56 | 97% |
| 5436 | 2022-09-24 23:02:07 | 75.48 | 96% |
| 5396 | 2022-09-24 12:20:03 | 90.41 | 97% |
| 1885 | 2021-09-27 19:28:58 | 70.68 | 95% |
| 117 | 2021-07-08 19:15:23 | 58.30 | 96% |