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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16663 | 2021-08-04 07:05:46 | 95.04 | 96% |
| 8947 | 2021-03-18 06:18:20 | 96.39 | 97% |
| 7877 | 2021-02-25 13:21:55 | 87.77 | 96.2% |
| 5152 | 2021-01-15 01:17:38 | 84.98 | 96% |
| 3031 | 2020-12-28 04:26:32 | 83.44 | 98% |