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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31134 | 2022-01-04 18:01:11 | 181.40 | 99% |
| 30592 | 2021-09-06 08:24:57 | 199.49 | 100% |
| 29415 | 2021-05-04 16:17:14 | 179.48 | 99% |
| 25937 | 2020-09-26 15:30:12 | 152.43 | 97% |
| 25184 | 2020-09-01 00:09:01 | 175.65 | 98% |