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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21225 | 2021-08-22 19:19:04 | 56.30 | 98% |
| 19723 | 2021-06-23 19:41:45 | 59.25 | 98% |
| 18037 | 2021-05-13 15:22:25 | 59.06 | 96% |
| 15287 | 2021-03-15 18:19:04 | 61.28 | 97% |
| 12085 | 2021-01-23 23:49:09 | 62.25 | 98% |