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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3555 | 2023-01-30 09:27:04 | 86.96 | 98% |
| 3001 | 2021-04-23 13:00:49 | 74.42 | 96% |
| 1235 | 2021-02-05 15:32:11 | 69.04 | 95.2% |