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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23854 | 2023-06-28 09:41:30 | 120.29 | 98% |
| 21021 | 2022-12-01 13:36:56 | 106.94 | 98% |
| 20471 | 2022-11-18 12:43:21 | 113.88 | 98% |
| 6509 | 2021-08-18 21:08:15 | 110.28 | 99% |