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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3199 | 2022-03-11 02:43:17 | 102.79 | 98% |
| 2540 | 2021-12-05 15:52:56 | 85.84 | 97% |
| 2126 | 2021-10-21 14:46:49 | 78.42 | 97% |
| 1098 | 2021-09-10 21:27:07 | 70.50 | 97% |
| 815 | 2021-09-06 05:01:30 | 71.55 | 96% |