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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2367 | 2024-10-14 22:13:55 | 112.89 | 98.4% |
| 2231 | 2023-07-20 02:12:25 | 115.84 | 98.6% |
| 1112 | 2020-12-08 21:55:29 | 97.36 | 98% |