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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16680 | 2025-03-12 07:56:52 | 83.31 | 98% |
| 13550 | 2022-04-09 04:28:02 | 87.04 | 98% |
| 11037 | 2021-11-02 10:48:38 | 95.25 | 98% |
| 9065 | 2021-08-04 12:14:57 | 77.58 | 97% |
| 6087 | 2021-05-02 06:17:00 | 86.27 | 98% |