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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2468 | 2024-09-30 10:18:51 | 90.90 | 99.1% |
| 2057 | 2023-09-20 02:09:50 | 87.81 | 97.9% |
| 1840 | 2023-08-26 01:14:03 | 87.29 | 98.3% |
| 1510 | 2023-08-12 01:29:34 | 93.01 | 98.4% |