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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25174 | 2024-02-21 07:04:33 | 157.54 | 98.8% |
| 22227 | 2023-11-26 23:50:11 | 155.37 | 98.1% |
| 21109 | 2023-09-01 07:05:54 | 142.94 | 98% |
| 20276 | 2023-07-26 01:33:25 | 162.21 | 99% |
| 18580 | 2023-05-13 06:48:40 | 147.92 | 99% |
| 15981 | 2022-12-23 01:33:25 | 121.15 | 97% |
| 12306 | 2022-03-04 10:05:18 | 146.35 | 99% |
| 12296 | 2022-03-04 09:53:59 | 137.75 | 98% |
| 11045 | 2021-07-25 21:36:18 | 139.26 | 98% |
| 8753 | 2020-10-30 20:15:48 | 126.57 | 98% |