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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4310 | 2022-08-02 22:30:51 | 105.39 | 98% |
| 3229 | 2021-04-21 01:01:02 | 95.30 | 97% |
| 982 | 2020-12-22 06:16:10 | 83.36 | 96% |