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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14063 | 2022-03-12 17:36:16 | 120.51 | 98% |
| 13182 | 2022-02-03 03:44:36 | 107.92 | 98% |
| 9470 | 2021-06-11 10:45:52 | 102.42 | 97% |
| 8466 | 2021-05-18 04:30:29 | 116.11 | 99% |
| 7456 | 2021-05-04 20:50:49 | 105.67 | 98% |
| 2564 | 2021-03-14 10:54:14 | 108.26 | 99% |
| 808 | 2021-02-14 22:11:03 | 105.75 | 98.1% |
| 48 | 2020-12-22 13:15:06 | 107.69 | 98% |