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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2839 | 2021-09-23 05:03:01 | 142.01 | 98% |
| 2458 | 2021-09-18 16:49:22 | 138.06 | 98% |
| 571 | 2021-08-16 20:25:31 | 156.05 | 99% |