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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1842 | 2021-02-19 13:19:57 | 66.64 | 95.2% |
| 1761 | 2020-12-23 11:22:33 | 62.91 | 96% |
| 1055 | 2020-08-15 05:40:22 | 60.80 | 96% |