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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3473 | 2022-12-26 06:38:00 | 91.81 | 96% |
| 3214 | 2022-12-17 14:57:29 | 98.63 | 98% |
| 609 | 2022-07-27 09:15:22 | 86.45 | 97% |