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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31781 | 2022-03-21 20:47:35 | 135.23 | 98% |
| 30093 | 2022-03-02 13:51:50 | 133.88 | 98% |
| 26771 | 2022-01-24 12:56:03 | 129.59 | 99% |
| 26318 | 2022-01-21 14:25:43 | 130.45 | 99% |
| 26127 | 2022-01-19 23:28:28 | 121.54 | 98% |
| 24986 | 2022-01-12 14:15:46 | 128.09 | 99% |
| 23021 | 2022-01-02 14:47:00 | 130.04 | 99% |
| 16595 | 2021-11-03 15:35:02 | 124.53 | 98% |
| 13985 | 2021-04-19 13:03:01 | 131.65 | 99% |
| 13224 | 2021-03-16 16:39:38 | 129.59 | 99% |
| 12555 | 2021-03-11 01:13:52 | 121.93 | 98% |
| 7100 | 2020-12-18 17:57:41 | 117.00 | 98% |
| 1914 | 2020-11-17 17:17:37 | 112.35 | 98% |