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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9715 | 2023-03-14 10:58:06 | 116.71 | 98% |
| 9371 | 2023-02-07 00:46:29 | 126.80 | 98% |
| 8679 | 2022-12-21 20:55:00 | 121.04 | 99% |
| 5617 | 2022-03-22 06:10:21 | 119.78 | 98% |
| 4042 | 2022-01-26 08:46:26 | 116.93 | 98% |