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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5500 | 2024-04-25 15:57:03 | 92.95 | 97.8% |
| 2787 | 2022-11-03 11:58:41 | 77.01 | 97% |
| 1769 | 2021-10-21 06:47:06 | 67.13 | 96% |