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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34240 | 2025-04-29 14:38:12 | 123.83 | 99% |
| 32511 | 2025-02-25 22:16:00 | 128.62 | 99.1% |
| 32332 | 2025-02-21 23:21:22 | 115.76 | 98.6% |
| 32177 | 2025-02-18 22:05:51 | 110.22 | 97.7% |
| 29314 | 2024-05-15 14:25:26 | 128.06 | 99.1% |
| 29031 | 2024-05-14 10:25:55 | 105.09 | 98.3% |
| 26614 | 2024-04-05 22:53:56 | 111.53 | 98.1% |
| 17077 | 2023-03-30 20:41:33 | 97.54 | 97% |
| 15801 | 2022-10-13 22:19:46 | 112.35 | 98% |
| 8628 | 2022-02-24 22:11:54 | 105.38 | 98% |