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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14402 | 2025-07-09 03:06:00 | 102.26 | 97% |
| 13635 | 2025-05-26 01:27:24 | 111.92 | 96.9% |
| 11743 | 2024-09-05 15:31:23 | 114.26 | 96.7% |
| 7966 | 2022-06-09 15:35:36 | 108.66 | 97% |
| 4311 | 2022-01-09 19:05:28 | 107.20 | 97% |
| 3739 | 2021-12-27 20:50:55 | 105.51 | 97% |