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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9074 | 2024-11-27 03:24:26 | 82.80 | 98.1% |
| 8977 | 2024-11-06 05:51:24 | 77.51 | 98.1% |
| 7680 | 2024-06-13 11:44:59 | 82.85 | 99.1% |
| 5807 | 2022-10-05 15:06:29 | 73.48 | 98% |
| 2358 | 2021-09-19 17:59:54 | 73.15 | 98% |