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 |
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18237 | 2022-10-20 04:43:29 | 87.84 | 99% |
11588 | 2020-08-21 21:37:54 | 80.82 | 99% |
11569 | 2020-08-20 19:39:23 | 78.70 | 98% |