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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15761 | 2025-05-12 05:47:21 | 81.78 | 97% |
| 15183 | 2022-05-28 06:39:27 | 92.62 | 98% |
| 14567 | 2022-03-09 05:06:04 | 87.81 | 97% |
| 10184 | 2021-05-10 02:14:40 | 81.84 | 97% |