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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7662 | 2024-11-26 17:05:06 | 125.92 | 96.9% |
| 7485 | 2024-11-23 08:51:18 | 80.31 | 97.6% |
| 6221 | 2024-10-12 08:00:33 | 141.95 | 97.9% |
| 6134 | 2024-10-08 05:20:39 | 136.44 | 97.6% |
| 5799 | 2024-09-19 18:59:17 | 130.32 | 97.7% |
| 3199 | 2024-06-02 15:25:44 | 130.32 | 97.8% |