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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17955 | 2024-04-08 03:48:28 | 89.25 | 96.2% |
| 17631 | 2024-02-11 00:35:21 | 89.40 | 95.9% |
| 9450 | 2022-07-21 04:33:34 | 88.48 | 97% |
| 8653 | 2022-05-18 03:06:55 | 88.40 | 98% |
| 1501 | 2021-04-20 02:30:41 | 63.54 | 95% |