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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2563 | 2023-11-14 17:56:31 | 84.61 | 96.2% |
| 534 | 2022-09-12 12:56:23 | 73.90 | 95% |
| 41 | 2021-10-09 20:26:50 | 64.05 | 96% |