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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3885 | 2023-04-08 04:03:19 | 70.40 | 97% |
| 3384 | 2022-12-24 01:31:22 | 81.31 | 98% |
| 3185 | 2022-12-04 03:49:07 | 74.79 | 97% |