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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4017 | 2021-10-19 05:35:47 | 84.73 | 96% |
| 3962 | 2021-10-09 05:35:29 | 88.76 | 96% |
| 684 | 2021-01-18 10:26:07 | 76.43 | 95% |