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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12378 | 2023-04-02 20:15:25 | 76.60 | 96% |
| 12110 | 2023-03-29 02:58:51 | 76.17 | 96% |
| 9544 | 2023-02-26 17:43:55 | 68.49 | 95% |