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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 90164 | 2022-01-19 11:53:34 | 100.26 | 97% |
| 88365 | 2021-12-26 13:59:03 | 86.23 | 96% |
| 88338 | 2021-12-26 12:46:35 | 83.76 | 96% |
| 87841 | 2021-10-23 17:37:48 | 83.83 | 97% |
| 83892 | 2021-02-08 13:16:33 | 100.16 | 97.5% |
| 83797 | 2021-02-05 15:31:54 | 84.49 | 97.2% |
| 81798 | 2020-12-03 20:37:26 | 90.90 | 97% |