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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10573 | 2024-01-30 14:57:17 | 80.56 | 96.7% |
| 8511 | 2022-10-27 23:17:57 | 80.58 | 95% |
| 6354 | 2022-06-18 11:11:25 | 76.62 | 96% |