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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24350 | 2022-05-28 13:45:19 | 92.01 | 97% |
| 23513 | 2022-05-12 14:05:09 | 93.05 | 97% |
| 21210 | 2022-04-20 08:56:28 | 87.45 | 97% |
| 20934 | 2022-04-18 07:56:47 | 79.44 | 95% |
| 19934 | 2022-04-08 09:09:23 | 92.42 | 97% |
| 12766 | 2021-12-22 12:44:38 | 84.23 | 96% |
| 9801 | 2021-11-22 06:16:10 | 75.51 | 95% |