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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1138 | 2022-03-28 16:52:40 | 75.49 | 96% |
| 494 | 2022-02-16 16:50:12 | 64.21 | 95% |
| 40 | 2020-11-15 23:30:08 | 55.19 | 95% |