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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18671 | 2023-12-18 19:51:05 | 106.18 | 98.3% |
| 16466 | 2023-02-04 19:29:41 | 111.36 | 98% |
| 14991 | 2022-03-01 18:44:43 | 105.53 | 97% |
| 14228 | 2021-12-09 18:08:10 | 102.44 | 98% |