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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7468 | 2022-08-15 03:47:39 | 98.79 | 98% |
| 7387 | 2022-08-14 09:05:28 | 99.38 | 98% |
| 4245 | 2022-03-12 14:57:14 | 90.10 | 98% |
| 1984 | 2022-02-02 22:43:32 | 83.63 | 97% |
| 1257 | 2022-01-28 12:23:44 | 74.36 | 97% |