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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30345 | 2021-09-22 04:39:41 | 107.39 | 98% |
| 26970 | 2021-08-22 10:34:10 | 108.66 | 98% |
| 26726 | 2021-08-21 11:26:09 | 89.92 | 97% |
| 25149 | 2021-07-31 14:25:10 | 99.46 | 98% |