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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7769 | 2024-03-19 18:24:15 | 116.71 | 98.9% |
| 7650 | 2024-01-25 21:06:40 | 96.68 | 98% |
| 4287 | 2021-05-21 18:19:21 | 116.17 | 99% |