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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33182 | 2022-09-07 11:40:12 | 112.72 | 97% |
| 32363 | 2022-08-06 16:54:15 | 121.22 | 99% |
| 28470 | 2022-04-13 17:34:19 | 124.03 | 99% |
| 26700 | 2022-03-06 08:05:21 | 117.75 | 97% |
| 26451 | 2022-02-27 11:15:08 | 124.56 | 98% |
| 26198 | 2022-02-20 10:33:08 | 109.25 | 97% |
| 23434 | 2021-10-06 08:09:22 | 107.94 | 97% |
| 19323 | 2021-06-10 17:03:07 | 113.40 | 98% |
| 16330 | 2021-04-13 16:27:58 | 110.42 | 98% |
| 15740 | 2021-03-27 17:26:08 | 116.75 | 99% |
| 12145 | 2020-09-15 17:27:26 | 105.00 | 98% |