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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8750 | 2023-10-07 02:19:12 | 195.51 | 98.6% |
| 6281 | 2022-06-12 00:26:22 | 189.11 | 100% |
| 5980 | 2022-04-01 02:00:16 | 199.01 | 99% |
| 2033 | 2021-10-14 04:13:28 | 186.51 | 98% |
| 236 | 2021-07-20 07:22:37 | 215.85 | 100% |
| 169 | 2021-07-17 03:55:56 | 185.34 | 98% |