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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15489 | 2023-05-04 17:57:47 | 159.66 | 97% |
| 14839 | 2023-02-28 18:58:35 | 186.02 | 98% |
| 14210 | 2023-02-01 20:16:03 | 178.02 | 99% |
| 8520 | 2021-05-10 15:44:19 | 170.20 | 99% |
| 7996 | 2021-05-07 14:14:40 | 151.84 | 97% |
| 7442 | 2021-05-05 13:14:30 | 160.49 | 99% |
| 7007 | 2021-03-29 15:09:34 | 174.35 | 99% |