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 |
---|---|---|---|
101056 | 2023-09-20 20:25:30 | 150.11 | 97.9% |
101050 | 2023-09-20 20:19:04 | 160.63 | 99.1% |
99759 | 2023-07-05 21:11:30 | 151.68 | 99% |
98685 | 2023-06-18 16:56:17 | 145.52 | 98% |
98114 | 2023-06-13 20:04:03 | 151.17 | 98% |
94394 | 2023-05-20 10:39:13 | 136.11 | 98% |
93968 | 2023-05-17 13:35:07 | 144.11 | 98% |
93872 | 2023-05-16 17:19:31 | 156.65 | 99% |
92567 | 2023-05-09 19:16:06 | 148.40 | 99% |
86207 | 2022-11-29 16:21:36 | 145.15 | 98% |
82403 | 2022-11-07 13:02:58 | 140.64 | 98% |
81048 | 2022-10-30 15:44:37 | 139.65 | 97% |
75422 | 2022-10-16 21:42:33 | 136.81 | 98% |
70295 | 2022-10-02 11:23:43 | 146.11 | 98% |
66586 | 2022-09-18 17:47:59 | 130.55 | 97% |
64457 | 2022-09-02 10:36:03 | 128.28 | 98% |