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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14584 | 2022-03-30 17:38:14 | 83.10 | 97% |
| 14320 | 2022-03-07 12:06:35 | 89.04 | 97% |
| 13533 | 2022-01-19 00:41:09 | 94.37 | 97% |
| 11910 | 2021-11-23 14:10:31 | 92.63 | 98% |
| 10267 | 2021-10-08 15:47:05 | 77.14 | 96% |