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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24203 | 2021-12-12 17:06:10 | 101.84 | 97% |
| 15939 | 2021-01-31 18:27:38 | 106.72 | 98.4% |
| 15686 | 2021-01-22 17:24:41 | 94.76 | 96% |
| 15013 | 2020-12-30 17:58:05 | 102.03 | 97% |
| 14571 | 2020-12-22 05:23:04 | 95.41 | 98% |
| 11966 | 2020-10-29 15:58:34 | 92.70 | 97% |
| 11364 | 2020-10-21 18:33:35 | 90.10 | 98% |