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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1416 | 2021-08-25 07:06:47 | 62.33 | 96% |
| 1210 | 2021-08-11 10:19:43 | 63.46 | 96% |
| 804 | 2021-07-23 09:02:37 | 65.53 | 98% |