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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2486 | 2023-06-21 15:24:16 | 58.94 | 94% |
| 1268 | 2021-04-30 10:53:46 | 65.23 | 95% |
| 999 | 2021-03-19 05:10:22 | 69.22 | 96% |
| 430 | 2021-02-06 07:18:14 | 59.42 | 95.8% |