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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2709 | 2023-09-10 22:39:40 | 88.87 | 97% |
| 2470 | 2023-08-27 17:09:16 | 92.51 | 98% |
| 2279 | 2023-08-17 01:27:31 | 93.19 | 98% |
| 1866 | 2023-07-30 02:30:39 | 81.98 | 96% |