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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5412 | 2024-10-24 05:15:01 | 80.67 | 97.5% |
| 5024 | 2024-08-20 05:39:53 | 85.06 | 97.2% |
| 770 | 2022-09-16 04:01:08 | 80.59 | 97% |