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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4196 | 2021-12-30 16:08:35 | 83.67 | 96% |
| 3364 | 2021-07-28 14:56:16 | 97.44 | 98% |
| 688 | 2020-11-08 15:26:48 | 75.72 | 98% |