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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9200 | 2024-01-23 23:21:23 | 117.16 | 96.6% |
| 5859 | 2022-09-15 03:54:08 | 99.52 | 96% |
| 3655 | 2022-05-24 02:50:38 | 107.38 | 98% |
| 425 | 2022-01-25 23:20:14 | 109.36 | 98% |