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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49158 | 2022-02-20 10:32:53 | 146.42 | 98% |
| 48875 | 2022-02-17 10:19:56 | 161.96 | 99% |
| 48759 | 2022-02-15 04:18:03 | 158.75 | 99% |
| 48213 | 2022-02-09 08:20:48 | 164.73 | 98% |
| 47227 | 2022-02-04 08:51:31 | 175.32 | 99% |
| 45644 | 2022-01-15 02:41:07 | 166.22 | 100% |
| 45576 | 2022-01-14 03:36:55 | 140.50 | 98% |
| 44936 | 2022-01-07 19:20:09 | 155.50 | 99% |
| 44557 | 2021-06-27 10:29:26 | 159.47 | 99% |