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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50693 | 2022-03-24 19:03:01 | 107.62 | 100% |
| 49789 | 2022-02-02 23:14:00 | 104.65 | 99% |
| 48050 | 2021-06-16 13:19:06 | 98.79 | 98% |
| 45163 | 2021-04-05 13:44:50 | 94.54 | 98% |
| 44504 | 2021-03-23 21:23:11 | 96.48 | 98% |
| 41304 | 2020-11-20 11:48:25 | 98.76 | 99% |
| 40666 | 2020-11-02 12:14:31 | 96.98 | 98% |
| 39979 | 2020-10-21 18:33:29 | 98.56 | 97% |