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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38955 | 2023-09-15 06:30:59 | 102.83 | 99% |
| 38158 | 2023-06-04 02:55:20 | 100.19 | 99% |
| 34909 | 2021-04-08 14:26:50 | 104.46 | 98% |
| 33111 | 2021-02-17 14:21:22 | 104.84 | 97.8% |
| 31971 | 2020-12-28 16:23:09 | 86.13 | 96% |