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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11274 | 2022-04-02 14:48:39 | 97.20 | 98% |
| 6585 | 2021-05-12 18:13:57 | 78.36 | 97% |
| 6259 | 2021-03-06 18:12:05 | 62.25 | 97% |
| 5721 | 2021-03-01 10:50:55 | 61.66 | 96% |
| 3194 | 2021-02-14 06:01:02 | 53.18 | 95.4% |