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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 68008 | 2024-03-18 05:42:47 | 125.51 | 99.3% |
| 66722 | 2024-01-20 06:08:08 | 111.93 | 98.4% |
| 66011 | 2024-01-11 04:42:19 | 123.61 | 99.1% |
| 65561 | 2024-01-02 07:22:12 | 116.72 | 99.1% |
| 62041 | 2022-09-24 18:56:27 | 102.28 | 98% |
| 61746 | 2022-08-14 19:08:39 | 105.16 | 98% |
| 59573 | 2021-04-16 05:02:02 | 112.84 | 100% |
| 59074 | 2020-12-31 06:25:15 | 109.27 | 98% |