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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10314 | 2023-10-20 13:26:30 | 75.19 | 99.5% |
| 4443 | 2021-10-09 07:22:33 | 79.51 | 99% |
| 399 | 2021-07-20 14:49:02 | 53.62 | 96% |