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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8117 | 2023-12-14 13:55:14 | 73.03 | 96.5% |
| 6312 | 2023-09-09 16:33:32 | 71.48 | 97% |
| 4566 | 2023-06-28 05:26:43 | 72.48 | 97% |
| 3883 | 2023-06-07 10:06:40 | 70.78 | 96% |
| 3221 | 2023-05-28 00:41:46 | 64.85 | 95% |