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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 69194 | 2024-03-24 16:31:22 | 74.79 | 97.1% |
| 67780 | 2024-02-29 16:44:08 | 86.17 | 97.8% |
| 64296 | 2023-12-22 20:09:56 | 70.66 | 97.6% |
| 63185 | 2023-10-30 23:14:20 | 85.84 | 97.9% |
| 57725 | 2023-07-07 20:18:07 | 85.37 | 98% |
| 50006 | 2022-08-19 18:48:50 | 80.31 | 98% |
| 42713 | 2021-06-09 15:28:50 | 77.90 | 98% |
| 41337 | 2021-03-30 15:50:12 | 82.07 | 97% |
| 39541 | 2021-01-13 11:21:43 | 68.86 | 97% |
| 35756 | 2020-11-01 12:34:29 | 77.53 | 97% |