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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6526 | 2022-06-03 17:43:58 | 100.82 | 98% |
| 5388 | 2022-04-18 02:03:57 | 97.81 | 98% |
| 2053 | 2021-11-09 03:28:58 | 99.01 | 99% |
| 674 | 2021-09-20 04:24:43 | 87.24 | 97% |