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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7095 | 2024-01-09 17:16:23 | 83.52 | 97.3% |
| 6115 | 2023-11-30 21:54:24 | 80.42 | 96.3% |
| 5117 | 2023-10-12 18:57:23 | 74.94 | 95.3% |
| 3247 | 2023-07-11 10:49:31 | 78.91 | 98% |
| 2582 | 2023-06-20 10:06:21 | 75.32 | 97% |
| 100 | 2023-01-30 17:08:19 | 57.52 | 94% |