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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19766 | 2024-11-21 17:05:34 | 99.78 | 98.8% |
| 16626 | 2023-07-19 03:50:08 | 87.77 | 98.1% |
| 14823 | 2021-09-08 04:16:51 | 80.31 | 98% |
| 8654 | 2021-01-29 13:36:58 | 80.64 | 96.6% |
| 8006 | 2021-01-21 16:06:35 | 79.44 | 96% |
| 4004 | 2020-09-27 08:57:52 | 56.20 | 95% |