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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3749 | 2021-10-19 14:00:06 | 78.05 | 96% |
| 3715 | 2021-10-18 17:29:13 | 80.48 | 98% |
| 1630 | 2021-09-08 20:02:40 | 73.82 | 96% |
| 933 | 2021-09-01 12:36:18 | 67.13 | 95% |
| 369 | 2021-08-25 11:34:40 | 64.34 | 95% |