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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3108 | 2022-09-07 09:19:44 | 84.58 | 99% |
| 2135 | 2022-01-02 11:00:00 | 69.21 | 98% |
| 2091 | 2021-12-25 04:12:30 | 71.30 | 98% |
| 706 | 2021-06-13 09:39:53 | 54.73 | 96% |