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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41252 | 2023-07-16 19:05:48 | 113.88 | 99% |
| 40502 | 2023-06-24 21:38:16 | 91.20 | 99% |
| 39278 | 2022-06-08 09:51:24 | 108.19 | 98% |
| 38994 | 2022-06-03 08:50:52 | 113.77 | 99% |
| 34756 | 2021-06-04 04:46:04 | 101.31 | 99% |