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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14889 | 2023-05-14 02:59:24 | 123.22 | 98% |
| 13955 | 2023-03-16 23:11:32 | 130.49 | 99% |
| 12321 | 2022-03-24 15:00:08 | 132.47 | 98% |
| 12257 | 2022-03-22 03:03:30 | 137.28 | 98% |
| 5606 | 2021-05-07 00:00:59 | 128.57 | 98% |
| 4883 | 2021-03-29 19:11:09 | 134.94 | 98% |
| 1472 | 2020-11-01 17:43:32 | 132.45 | 99% |