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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18788 | 2025-08-08 14:42:19 | 143.29 | 98% |
| 18780 | 2025-08-08 14:27:04 | 144.55 | 99% |
| 12914 | 2023-08-21 15:11:28 | 157.01 | 99% |
| 10069 | 2022-03-10 15:55:29 | 113.41 | 97% |
| 7882 | 2022-01-14 13:43:01 | 117.84 | 97% |
| 5403 | 2021-12-04 14:59:03 | 125.38 | 97% |