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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2695 | 2022-07-04 15:53:31 | 84.63 | 97% |
| 2219 | 2022-04-02 10:39:25 | 85.60 | 98% |
| 1008 | 2021-11-13 19:27:22 | 84.55 | 99% |
| 901 | 2021-11-05 19:31:31 | 72.88 | 96% |