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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13470 | 2022-02-03 18:27:40 | 89.04 | 97% |
| 12131 | 2021-10-02 04:44:18 | 83.03 | 96% |
| 9749 | 2021-05-03 07:07:29 | 76.12 | 95% |