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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23485 | 2024-02-01 04:30:57 | 161.39 | 97.3% |
| 23011 | 2024-01-05 10:50:57 | 183.54 | 98.3% |
| 17763 | 2023-04-23 08:54:39 | 152.79 | 98% |
| 14258 | 2022-08-06 21:59:41 | 151.33 | 97% |
| 10652 | 2022-02-04 08:51:32 | 169.08 | 98% |
| 10455 | 2022-01-18 19:51:57 | 153.72 | 99% |
| 1505 | 2021-01-28 20:16:12 | 170.59 | 99.3% |