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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18879 | 2023-12-04 15:34:13 | 102.70 | 98.5% |
| 12806 | 2021-12-19 06:40:35 | 95.29 | 98% |
| 9401 | 2021-07-14 06:03:41 | 89.31 | 96% |
| 8933 | 2021-06-24 18:14:06 | 89.47 | 96% |
| 8875 | 2021-06-21 17:44:19 | 94.98 | 97% |
| 7758 | 2021-03-24 14:09:39 | 89.79 | 97% |
| 4657 | 2020-10-02 14:13:56 | 71.79 | 94% |
| 2531 | 2020-08-08 18:57:55 | 63.45 | 94% |