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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7719 | 2023-10-10 16:45:16 | 93.70 | 96.1% |
| 7362 | 2023-09-16 15:34:08 | 91.65 | 96.8% |
| 3077 | 2022-01-06 03:04:37 | 82.53 | 97% |