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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11771 | 2023-03-27 15:12:48 | 85.36 | 95% |
| 8776 | 2023-02-24 15:35:37 | 87.70 | 95% |
| 6398 | 2023-01-16 11:54:16 | 102.05 | 98% |