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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5170 | 2023-07-06 06:48:46 | 82.85 | 96% |
| 5158 | 2023-07-06 06:34:12 | 88.77 | 97% |
| 4911 | 2023-06-10 21:00:11 | 87.23 | 96% |