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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13127 | 2022-12-23 20:32:27 | 130.47 | 99% |
| 9733 | 2020-10-02 02:27:36 | 128.24 | 98% |
| 7917 | 2020-08-11 19:26:29 | 119.02 | 98% |