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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26679 | 2022-09-13 19:58:34 | 106.91 | 98% |
| 26565 | 2022-08-10 22:03:07 | 118.69 | 100% |
| 23953 | 2021-11-11 17:24:44 | 98.63 | 98% |
| 23566 | 2021-11-03 15:35:12 | 105.12 | 98% |
| 18437 | 2021-02-18 21:37:04 | 109.09 | 99.3% |
| 12361 | 2020-10-12 02:18:46 | 98.16 | 97% |