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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28274 | 2022-04-24 23:09:47 | 119.55 | 99% |
| 24026 | 2021-06-13 06:26:10 | 126.45 | 99% |
| 23615 | 2021-06-04 06:00:47 | 118.79 | 98% |
| 20207 | 2021-03-14 00:32:40 | 117.03 | 99% |
| 19923 | 2021-03-08 07:01:09 | 110.42 | 98% |
| 19589 | 2021-02-21 07:15:14 | 110.30 | 97.8% |
| 19166 | 2021-02-14 09:57:01 | 109.27 | 97.8% |