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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24802 | 2022-08-31 06:01:01 | 107.02 | 99% |
| 17698 | 2021-12-23 14:00:19 | 109.96 | 99% |
| 8085 | 2021-06-28 13:15:04 | 107.51 | 98% |
| 7968 | 2021-06-27 08:25:57 | 115.20 | 99% |
| 4570 | 2021-05-06 09:57:38 | 106.74 | 98% |
| 2003 | 2021-04-04 16:31:05 | 103.62 | 99% |
| 1499 | 2021-03-24 10:30:17 | 111.32 | 99% |
| 534 | 2021-03-11 11:33:58 | 101.45 | 98% |