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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16877 | 2022-11-19 20:08:06 | 182.66 | 98% |
| 16014 | 2022-10-07 19:13:44 | 177.29 | 99% |
| 14637 | 2022-08-25 20:08:58 | 169.20 | 98% |