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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1179 | 2022-10-29 15:51:54 | 99.83 | 98% |
| 1152 | 2022-10-28 01:29:06 | 97.72 | 97% |
| 472 | 2021-01-22 17:24:47 | 87.88 | 98% |