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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5009 | 2022-03-13 05:47:47 | 98.01 | 98% |
| 3120 | 2021-04-22 00:35:00 | 110.16 | 98% |
| 2334 | 2021-03-15 17:53:36 | 110.83 | 99% |