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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2652 | 2022-09-29 06:56:36 | 82.90 | 96% |
| 2434 | 2022-07-30 06:43:29 | 94.31 | 98% |
| 2363 | 2022-07-20 04:18:31 | 76.90 | 95% |
| 1800 | 2022-05-29 04:36:25 | 66.22 | 93% |
| 1253 | 2022-05-01 06:36:45 | 63.65 | 95% |