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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4350 | 2023-01-02 22:39:40 | 97.27 | 95% |
| 2969 | 2022-06-11 12:31:30 | 82.07 | 96% |
| 1995 | 2022-03-24 17:52:08 | 86.77 | 95% |