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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8184 | 2023-09-24 19:31:23 | 118.54 | 98.6% |
| 3500 | 2023-02-15 19:17:35 | 114.65 | 98% |
| 2677 | 2021-09-19 20:33:18 | 98.14 | 96% |