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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11337 | 2023-01-13 14:16:49 | 100.77 | 99% |
11299 | 2022-11-24 11:52:07 | 83.78 | 98% |
10611 | 2022-06-19 08:05:07 | 97.00 | 98% |