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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14331 | 2024-11-09 04:56:25 | 100.96 | 96.8% |
| 12422 | 2023-04-12 16:31:00 | 119.99 | 97% |
| 6325 | 2022-09-21 15:30:32 | 106.66 | 96% |
| 4428 | 2022-08-08 20:43:29 | 100.34 | 96% |