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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7650 | 2021-05-10 21:25:19 | 103.22 | 97% |
| 6374 | 2021-04-20 21:33:52 | 90.90 | 97% |
| 2041 | 2021-01-13 20:51:37 | 91.46 | 98% |