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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12577 | 2023-12-11 13:19:01 | 133.10 | 98.2% |
| 12377 | 2023-12-08 16:26:01 | 145.68 | 98% |
| 10539 | 2023-08-31 11:48:15 | 135.74 | 99% |
| 10088 | 2022-05-15 06:45:11 | 125.01 | 99% |
| 6811 | 2020-11-28 14:58:02 | 126.12 | 99% |