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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8515 | 2024-05-08 06:33:36 | 84.56 | 95% |
| 4259 | 2023-03-07 03:06:04 | 88.57 | 96% |
| 2500 | 2022-05-19 12:57:57 | 96.27 | 98% |