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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15581 | 2025-06-11 12:30:17 | 100.98 | 99% |
| 14859 | 2024-02-01 09:43:59 | 88.45 | 97.5% |
| 13714 | 2023-01-30 07:58:53 | 93.98 | 97% |
| 10794 | 2022-02-23 07:34:47 | 89.58 | 97% |
| 9185 | 2021-12-26 17:35:46 | 96.08 | 98% |
| 3139 | 2021-09-02 10:38:52 | 78.81 | 97% |