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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2737 | 2024-04-21 21:24:26 | 180.28 | 98.5% |
| 2583 | 2024-04-18 23:52:38 | 183.76 | 99.1% |
| 2439 | 2024-04-13 21:14:13 | 184.11 | 99.1% |
| 212 | 2022-04-27 16:05:06 | 160.85 | 99% |