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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12233 | 2023-03-01 15:17:13 | 125.74 | 98% |
| 3490 | 2022-03-04 11:48:28 | 97.17 | 96% |
| 2003 | 2020-12-26 19:51:49 | 98.58 | 98% |
| 1928 | 2020-12-01 06:37:19 | 98.14 | 97% |