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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4374 | 2022-09-29 15:28:42 | 82.04 | 96% |
| 3499 | 2022-03-25 08:18:27 | 76.13 | 96% |
| 3209 | 2021-11-18 06:49:48 | 75.67 | 96% |
| 2102 | 2021-08-06 16:06:20 | 74.67 | 97% |