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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4696 | 2021-05-07 05:26:22 | 71.67 | 96% |
| 3976 | 2021-03-04 11:31:43 | 82.27 | 97% |
| 3477 | 2021-01-25 10:23:02 | 77.31 | 96% |