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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7245 | 2024-02-16 09:52:48 | 98.13 | 98.8% |
| 5291 | 2022-05-27 11:38:34 | 97.81 | 98% |
| 1998 | 2021-10-17 14:38:58 | 94.89 | 98% |