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 |
---|---|---|---|
1642 | 2023-06-12 10:12:53 | 86.31 | 97% |
1495 | 2022-12-23 06:06:32 | 82.30 | 96% |
1244 | 2022-08-28 03:12:57 | 74.15 | 95% |
806 | 2022-06-21 06:49:04 | 66.19 | 96% |