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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3393 | 2022-02-07 17:50:51 | 81.60 | 96% |
| 2596 | 2021-11-29 03:09:54 | 73.38 | 96% |
| 1860 | 2021-11-02 03:29:19 | 69.15 | 95% |