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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6447 | 2023-03-18 09:55:27 | 87.45 | 96% |
| 3536 | 2022-12-31 13:43:40 | 76.72 | 95% |
| 2581 | 2022-12-12 15:11:22 | 73.85 | 96% |