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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5515 | 2021-04-29 17:48:19 | 98.24 | 97% |
| 5223 | 2021-04-26 03:13:40 | 91.24 | 97% |
| 4484 | 2021-04-19 20:15:53 | 83.74 | 94% |
| 2813 | 2021-04-04 00:12:39 | 87.95 | 95% |
| 1593 | 2021-03-20 13:46:03 | 87.66 | 96% |