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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13694 | 2023-10-05 09:22:24 | 78.79 | 96.7% |
| 12526 | 2023-04-20 13:36:50 | 60.91 | 95% |
| 8130 | 2021-10-26 12:10:24 | 71.35 | 95% |
| 7149 | 2021-10-01 03:27:09 | 77.66 | 94% |
| 6022 | 2021-09-10 08:14:57 | 78.43 | 95% |
| 4463 | 2021-08-19 05:17:03 | 70.77 | 94% |
| 2918 | 2021-04-25 09:01:01 | 81.29 | 97% |