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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31688 | 2023-06-14 12:37:01 | 109.43 | 97% |
| 30452 | 2023-04-12 13:57:56 | 114.89 | 99% |
| 29333 | 2023-02-28 14:01:18 | 118.68 | 99% |
| 27518 | 2022-12-09 13:25:22 | 100.73 | 98% |
| 23932 | 2022-05-13 13:19:32 | 97.48 | 97% |
| 23707 | 2022-04-19 12:44:39 | 99.70 | 97% |
| 21602 | 2021-10-12 11:27:28 | 99.98 | 98% |
| 19721 | 2021-05-10 03:57:24 | 97.21 | 97% |