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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16880 | 2025-05-26 01:27:14 | 135.67 | 98% |
| 15422 | 2023-04-30 17:45:49 | 132.27 | 98% |
| 15183 | 2023-04-16 18:06:37 | 137.41 | 98% |
| 14172 | 2023-04-01 16:25:22 | 151.76 | 98% |
| 11477 | 2022-06-18 23:25:41 | 147.66 | 99% |
| 11117 | 2022-06-05 20:32:27 | 147.03 | 98% |
| 10157 | 2022-01-03 22:47:16 | 175.42 | 100% |
| 8736 | 2021-08-19 02:25:52 | 153.96 | 98% |
| 5903 | 2021-04-05 03:30:09 | 155.93 | 99% |
| 1300 | 2020-09-02 19:33:33 | 131.97 | 98% |