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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5909 | 2025-02-21 08:52:36 | 109.60 | 98.1% |
| 5294 | 2025-02-18 04:06:45 | 108.11 | 97.6% |
| 4355 | 2025-02-11 05:02:24 | 105.38 | 97.3% |
| 3780 | 2025-02-06 09:56:06 | 105.55 | 97.7% |
| 3555 | 2025-02-03 04:06:00 | 112.13 | 98.5% |
| 3037 | 2025-01-24 07:58:56 | 105.73 | 97.8% |