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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5804 | 2023-12-19 08:25:42 | 68.09 | 96.8% |
| 1580 | 2022-08-14 18:53:25 | 118.17 | 98% |
| 1008 | 2022-07-31 12:34:07 | 117.31 | 97% |
| 586 | 2022-07-25 15:25:07 | 121.47 | 98% |