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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1664 | 2022-09-21 01:03:51 | 107.65 | 96% |
| 814 | 2022-08-06 19:30:53 | 101.56 | 96% |
| 399 | 2022-08-01 01:52:10 | 93.94 | 96% |