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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11286 | 2022-11-13 12:30:41 | 66.35 | 96% |
| 8744 | 2022-04-28 11:24:34 | 69.62 | 96% |
| 5627 | 2022-01-07 23:04:08 | 66.93 | 97% |
| 2105 | 2021-10-27 10:39:31 | 56.65 | 97% |
| 1627 | 2021-10-20 15:21:55 | 51.63 | 97% |
| 1069 | 2021-10-06 02:59:51 | 53.82 | 96% |
| 858 | 2021-10-03 23:17:50 | 55.58 | 98% |