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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45380 | 2022-12-18 06:22:32 | 92.63 | 99% |
| 38665 | 2022-05-28 11:00:14 | 80.49 | 97% |
| 38455 | 2022-05-26 07:16:00 | 78.88 | 97% |
| 35559 | 2022-04-26 11:23:59 | 96.05 | 99% |
| 32777 | 2022-03-28 07:43:36 | 85.47 | 97% |
| 30805 | 2022-03-09 06:22:51 | 83.06 | 98% |
| 17134 | 2021-10-22 15:45:54 | 75.36 | 97% |
| 13254 | 2021-09-13 07:14:10 | 75.34 | 98% |