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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9125 | 2025-07-11 04:45:14 | 97.57 | 98% |
| 3414 | 2021-12-31 09:33:43 | 79.95 | 97% |
| 900 | 2021-11-16 13:33:18 | 65.50 | 96% |
| 314 | 2021-10-04 10:19:56 | 71.17 | 96% |