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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4598 | 2025-01-07 06:39:21 | 89.73 | 97.1% |
| 4497 | 2024-05-15 01:18:33 | 91.76 | 98% |
| 4262 | 2024-03-09 02:37:30 | 106.98 | 99.5% |
| 3997 | 2024-01-28 07:05:30 | 109.21 | 99.5% |
| 2367 | 2022-03-07 23:10:25 | 87.47 | 97% |