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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14360 | 2023-11-02 10:30:24 | 104.68 | 98.5% |
| 8120 | 2022-10-29 08:52:52 | 106.15 | 99% |
| 5491 | 2022-06-11 18:54:53 | 94.28 | 97% |
| 5117 | 2022-06-04 08:14:08 | 75.31 | 96% |
| 4999 | 2022-05-29 15:52:43 | 95.04 | 98% |
| 3742 | 2022-05-15 13:35:13 | 73.40 | 98% |