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 |
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2711 | 2021-06-13 10:34:49 | 87.81 | 98% |
836 | 2021-02-26 17:33:40 | 90.26 | 98% |
455 | 2021-02-19 17:55:30 | 89.80 | 98.3% |