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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9605 | 2021-07-15 16:50:09 | 96.33 | 97% |
9465 | 2021-07-04 17:40:53 | 98.52 | 96% |
8734 | 2021-05-28 10:46:44 | 91.62 | 96% |
6025 | 2021-04-10 15:20:07 | 75.97 | 96% |