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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9635 | 2024-03-22 14:21:18 | 103.32 | 96.5% |
| 9502 | 2024-03-14 17:45:36 | 104.95 | 96.8% |
| 6865 | 2023-11-26 15:13:41 | 123.46 | 99.1% |
| 2817 | 2021-05-09 12:09:27 | 87.91 | 96% |