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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5942 | 2021-02-16 20:18:44 | 107.75 | 97.4% |
| 3648 | 2020-12-03 04:05:30 | 102.13 | 98% |
| 1169 | 2020-11-12 04:09:13 | 96.93 | 97% |