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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5597 | 2024-05-03 11:46:08 | 74.25 | 97.8% |
| 3707 | 2022-04-28 03:47:38 | 90.61 | 97% |
| 2614 | 2021-09-22 14:52:16 | 77.68 | 97% |