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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 195766 | 2022-05-22 16:19:21 | 123.56 | 96.6% |
| 195765 | 2022-05-22 16:18:14 | 126.22 | 97.7% |
| 195764 | 2022-05-22 16:17:14 | 121.16 | 97.7% |
| 195763 | 2022-05-22 16:16:11 | 125.01 | 97.1% |
| 138912 | 2021-01-22 16:44:39 | 150.88 | 98.8% |
| 87000 | 2020-08-06 21:19:31 | 138.63 | 98.8% |
| 86999 | 2020-08-06 21:17:02 | 108.04 | 95.5% |
| 86998 | 2020-08-06 21:15:53 | 133.31 | 98.4% |
| 85441 | 2020-08-04 14:55:12 | 132.72 | 99.3% |
| 85440 | 2020-08-04 14:53:48 | 103.20 | 96.7% |