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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11106 | 2024-01-28 05:25:36 | 93.37 | 98.8% |
| 6355 | 2021-10-11 17:54:31 | 74.59 | 98% |
| 4916 | 2021-06-06 09:04:38 | 77.14 | 98% |
| 2301 | 2021-02-15 08:30:44 | 56.35 | 95.9% |
| 501 | 2021-01-14 11:24:41 | 53.90 | 97% |