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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4716 | 2024-12-09 02:28:14 | 130.80 | 97.6% |
| 2327 | 2022-03-22 16:27:11 | 139.46 | 99% |
| 1196 | 2022-02-20 10:33:04 | 118.80 | 97% |