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 |
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17422 | 2023-09-06 08:01:08 | 136.52 | 97% |
17345 | 2023-09-01 11:41:55 | 146.30 | 98.3% |
14306 | 2022-07-19 08:01:37 | 140.69 | 97% |
5281 | 2021-05-16 23:15:59 | 109.64 | 96% |
2087 | 2021-02-07 12:46:05 | 111.34 | 98% |