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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18823 | 2023-07-30 03:24:46 | 158.07 | 98% |
| 18634 | 2023-07-29 18:14:03 | 146.66 | 98% |
| 15639 | 2023-04-03 01:53:23 | 145.38 | 97% |
| 13986 | 2022-12-25 21:41:37 | 156.78 | 98% |
| 13693 | 2022-12-23 16:22:29 | 154.80 | 98% |
| 13029 | 2022-12-17 05:04:07 | 148.67 | 99% |