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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13032 | 2024-02-01 10:18:07 | 96.64 | 98% |
| 12549 | 2024-01-24 19:51:42 | 94.25 | 97% |
| 12126 | 2024-01-20 10:32:37 | 87.19 | 98% |
| 11846 | 2023-12-25 17:47:47 | 88.18 | 97.2% |
| 10937 | 2023-10-23 19:15:56 | 73.46 | 96% |
| 10489 | 2023-09-30 12:13:34 | 65.04 | 97% |
| 5198 | 2020-08-21 11:12:27 | 88.15 | 97% |