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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6692 | 2024-08-16 17:54:45 | 95.37 | 97.9% |
| 4866 | 2024-05-20 13:45:06 | 93.33 | 97.3% |
| 2048 | 2022-01-27 08:14:14 | 84.67 | 97% |
| 828 | 2021-08-24 13:13:56 | 72.49 | 96% |