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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5164 | 2021-02-10 22:46:49 | 72.02 | 96% |
| 5055 | 2021-02-09 23:41:13 | 57.94 | 98% |
| 3753 | 2021-01-20 19:39:00 | 72.71 | 98% |
| 608 | 2020-12-27 23:16:56 | 66.06 | 96% |