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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12236 | 2023-11-02 19:28:38 | 126.01 | 98.5% |
| 11539 | 2023-10-07 02:01:08 | 119.28 | 98.5% |
| 6780 | 2023-03-17 19:13:54 | 112.62 | 98% |
| 6459 | 2023-03-12 15:28:10 | 123.35 | 99% |
| 4141 | 2022-09-06 19:49:20 | 106.77 | 98% |
| 3197 | 2022-06-18 18:40:09 | 104.41 | 97% |
| 2896 | 2022-06-07 21:00:53 | 93.95 | 97% |
| 898 | 2022-04-18 21:06:52 | 105.60 | 98% |