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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6995 | 2025-04-21 22:44:39 | 108.80 | 98% |
| 6842 | 2025-03-01 17:12:56 | 95.85 | 97.4% |
| 5435 | 2024-09-08 20:42:45 | 110.71 | 97.1% |
| 73 | 2023-05-12 01:43:01 | 76.17 | 96% |