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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11171 | 2021-01-21 20:13:04 | 112.78 | 98% |
| 9724 | 2021-01-10 04:53:12 | 131.60 | 99% |
| 8884 | 2021-01-03 22:52:41 | 124.62 | 98% |