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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7295 | 2022-09-29 08:24:05 | 103.02 | 98% |
| 7085 | 2022-09-25 11:14:59 | 116.22 | 99% |
| 2081 | 2022-05-15 10:18:58 | 79.66 | 99% |
| 1458 | 2022-04-25 11:53:32 | 79.39 | 98% |