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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13817 | 2022-10-13 02:18:10 | 148.36 | 99% |
| 9662 | 2022-02-25 04:06:03 | 126.27 | 97% |
| 9019 | 2022-01-18 21:28:38 | 140.33 | 99% |
| 7561 | 2021-11-10 20:01:10 | 122.37 | 97% |