Text race history for rip reckful (fictorian)

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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
2722 2023-08-21 15:11:35 132.26 98%
1285 2021-10-06 17:07:59 118.90 98%