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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2966 | 2024-10-18 22:27:05 | 90.37 | 97.4% |
| 2117 | 2023-02-22 00:32:25 | 73.77 | 95% |
| 1694 | 2022-07-13 10:29:18 | 61.61 | 94% |