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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2169 | 2022-10-05 22:58:21 | 88.85 | 99% |
| 1678 | 2022-09-19 01:08:05 | 85.93 | 99% |
| 1356 | 2022-08-30 02:29:41 | 81.84 | 98% |
| 1226 | 2022-08-23 21:34:04 | 86.33 | 99% |
| 483 | 2022-07-22 03:21:03 | 94.41 | 100% |
| 26 | 2022-07-05 23:46:59 | 76.76 | 98% |