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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 60660 | 2023-06-17 14:46:52 | 90.12 | 99% |
| 59791 | 2022-09-22 06:21:03 | 85.12 | 98% |
| 58906 | 2022-03-05 15:14:43 | 105.07 | 99% |
| 58866 | 2022-03-05 14:02:22 | 109.33 | 99% |
| 55534 | 2021-10-13 09:36:30 | 97.08 | 98% |
| 54235 | 2021-08-04 12:14:43 | 93.02 | 98% |
| 53410 | 2021-06-26 12:32:57 | 100.50 | 98% |
| 51032 | 2021-03-08 09:26:21 | 95.10 | 98% |
| 48570 | 2021-01-14 07:47:12 | 89.31 | 98% |
| 46479 | 2020-12-14 14:20:06 | 86.79 | 98% |