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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23993 | 2023-09-16 15:34:08 | 91.39 | 97.2% |
| 18138 | 2022-08-31 04:55:40 | 65.34 | 96% |
| 17472 | 2022-06-24 14:45:22 | 72.46 | 97% |
| 6301 | 2021-03-20 11:50:26 | 60.02 | 96% |