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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20390 | 2023-08-02 12:55:52 | 93.99 | 97.4% |
| 19354 | 2023-06-12 20:09:25 | 94.70 | 98.2% |
| 18967 | 2023-06-09 21:27:09 | 96.11 | 97.5% |
| 18628 | 2023-06-07 13:48:25 | 98.71 | 97.7% |
| 11022 | 2021-06-28 16:03:22 | 77.22 | 95% |
| 5482 | 2021-03-07 11:38:20 | 69.66 | 97% |