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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18190 | 2022-12-17 18:41:56 | 101.56 | 96% |
| 18189 | 2022-12-17 18:40:45 | 124.29 | 97% |
| 18188 | 2022-12-17 18:39:02 | 122.54 | 98% |
| 18187 | 2022-12-17 18:37:26 | 123.84 | 97% |
| 18186 | 2022-12-17 18:36:27 | 125.10 | 97% |
| 18185 | 2022-12-17 18:35:29 | 128.18 | 97% |
| 18184 | 2022-12-17 18:34:10 | 112.35 | 97% |
| 18183 | 2022-12-17 18:33:06 | 148.95 | 98% |
| 18182 | 2022-12-17 18:31:26 | 126.86 | 98% |
| 18181 | 2022-12-17 18:30:28 | 119.88 | 97% |