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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5138 | 2025-07-23 14:31:18 | 98.06 | 98% |
| 4252 | 2023-05-28 15:02:51 | 103.93 | 98.9% |
| 2630 | 2022-05-31 14:44:31 | 85.61 | 96% |
| 1807 | 2021-07-25 15:22:10 | 90.38 | 98% |
| 606 | 2021-02-01 18:12:41 | 79.08 | 97.2% |