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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4529 | 2022-11-23 21:47:52 | 87.62 | 97% |
| 3875 | 2022-09-14 06:23:59 | 83.98 | 98% |
| 2062 | 2022-02-26 15:09:55 | 78.96 | 98% |