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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41041 | 2023-11-01 16:39:03 | 104.13 | 96.3% |
| 36660 | 2023-05-19 17:33:01 | 88.66 | 95% |
| 34061 | 2023-01-13 20:43:50 | 98.99 | 96% |
| 30113 | 2022-03-15 21:46:41 | 107.11 | 96% |
| 25976 | 2021-07-25 14:52:42 | 90.47 | 95% |
| 25703 | 2021-07-11 17:35:08 | 99.44 | 96% |
| 24647 | 2021-05-15 14:41:01 | 88.93 | 95% |
| 23905 | 2021-04-24 12:09:43 | 95.82 | 95% |